Or rather, it's about satisfaction.
Uesugi Sakura wasn't in a hurry to go out. Instead, he went to the balcony, resting his hands on the railing, and looked at the bustling Tokyo City ahead.
Perhaps she's too embarrassed about what happened this morning, and that's why she's deliberately avoiding me all day?
Or is she afraid that she can't resist the temptation of being called 'Your Highness, Princess' near her ear?
But regardless of the reason, he wouldn't see Hanabi today.
No need to go to Art College, it's too late.
The café... took a day off today.
No inspiration for writing novels, still waiting for a response from the editor on the submitted draft.
Uesugi Sakura gazed at the blue sky for a long time, extending his hand as if to touch the sky, then closing his palm towards the sun.
He looked at his empty palm.
Why can't I pluck the sun from the sky?
