From the perspective of an observer, she looks like a woman who doesn't know love.
Romantic sweet nothings, she can't say them at all, but that doesn't prevent it from being clear that she is very happy in her current state. To her, frivolousness is like the scorching summer, destined to be incompatible with snow. Having lived in the big city for so long, she hasn't learned to shamefully flaunt her charms. Such pure and flawless women are rarely seen in the world, and most people, upon seeing her innocence, would mistakenly think it's a trap.
After a leisurely walk, Fujiwara Reya brought her to a spot beside a flower bed.
