The dream was over, and my wife woke up shortly after.
The tool really worked.
Uesugi Sakura came out of the bathroom and found his wife lying on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly and curling up her body.
She was wearing shorts, her legs and feet exposed in the air, all pale and bare.
Uesugi Sakura walked over, wanting to see what she was doing, but as soon as he got close, she sat up on the bed alertly.
"Sakura, you're so bad!"
"Huh? How did I become bad again?"
Hanamaru Hanabi hugged her knees together, her pink face half buried in the pillow, muttering, "Sakura, you were bad in the dream... so bad!"
Uesugi Sakura understood what she was referring to.
"That was just a dream, Hanabi-chan, how can you blame it on me?"
"Sakura, you're so bad, so bad!"
"Hanabi-chan remembers so well, do you also remember how gentle I was to you?"
"Sakura... you were very gentle..."
"Sakura..."
Uesugi Sakura sat down in front of her and softly asked, "What's wrong?"
