Kawashima Miki wrapped her hands around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips against his descending lips. Amidst the blooming cherry blossoms, their lips softly intertwined again...
On the other side of the stepping stone, Kasahara Fukaeri originally planned to walk by herself, but the road ahead was blocked by Natsuki Kuri, preventing her from moving forward.
On the shore, Fujiwara Reya and Kawashima Miki kissed, surrounded by countless flying petals, creating quite a romantic scene. Natsuki Kuri pouted, glaring fiercely at the opposite shore: "Koriya, what kind of behavior is that!"
"Right!" Kasahara Fukaeri nodded.
"He shouldn't do that at all."
"Indeed!"
"He should have brought Fukaeri over first and kissed Fukaeri first!"
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Natsuki Kuri turned her head, half-squinting her eyes to scrutinize Kasahara Fukaeri, who was blocked behind her.
"What is it?" Kasahara Fukaeri was bewildered by her gaze.
"What do you think of Koriya?" Natsuki Kuri asked.
