Using the campfire, Uesugi Sakura heated up some water for washing her face and bent down to return to the tent.
The tent was slightly illuminated, and the girl in front was wrapped in a sleeping bag, sleeping soundly.
Hanamaru Hanabi was still asleep, always looking like this when she slept—curled up, with her small hands tucked in front of her chest, breathing evenly and carrying the fragrance of a youthful girl.
Every time Uesugi Sakura saw her small, pitiful figure, she wanted to stay by her side, to tell her that her love was real, her promises were genuine.
Always, always watching her smile face this way.
"Wife, wife, wife," Uesugi Sakura gently shook the girl's shoulder, "it's time to get up."
"Sakura... Sakura-kun..." Hanamaru muttered softly, each word from her throat seemed to carry a unique girlish timbre, mixed with the sweet scent emanating from her.
