Kasahara Fumi shook her head from side to side, letting her mother admire her from every angle.
A fair and slender neck, a graceful figure, legs so beautiful you'd want to hold her in your arms forever.
"Such a beautiful daughter, I really don't want to give her away to anyone else." Mrs. Kasahara embraced her daughter from behind, resting her chin comfortably on her shoulder, her fingertips gently touching her cheek, "Hey, tell me, how did that Fujiwara boy manage to woo you away?"
"He hasn't yet." Kasahara Fumi replied.
There was not a hint of hesitation or shyness in her words, leaving her mother somewhat disappointed.
The wind blew rainwater onto the veranda, a few withered leaves fell to the floor, creating a slight autumnal feeling.
Kasahara Fumi was always silent, and Mrs. Kasahara, holding her from behind, rubbed her chin against her shoulder, curiously asking, "Did he tell you everything?"
"Uh-huh..." Fukaeri drooped her head.
