However, when Uesugi Sakura lowered his hand and reopened his eyes, Aei was no longer at the doorway.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Even though Aei saw this scene, with her little bits of knowledge about everything, it shouldn't be too big of a deal.
Uesugi Sakura fell back heavily onto the pillow, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above.
He stayed silent for a short while.
Following the morning sunlight, he turned his gaze in another direction.
The light danced and shimmered on her snowy white shoulder, glistening as if wet.
As Uesugi Sakura watched for a long time, he couldn't help but think about the past, how there was never such a close chance to observe her delicate shoulders before.
Now, not only could he observe her closely, but if he wanted, he could hold her in his arms, inhale her fragrance, and gently comb her hair with his fingers.
