The strong outdoor light shines on the side of the face, feeling warm.
Fujiwara Reya looks out from the window of the side hall. The sea breeze hits the waves against the cliffs, splashing white foam. The funeral procession advances along the breakwater, heading toward the crematorium at the end of the cape.
"How many people died last night?" he asks.
"Two," Kasahara Fumi replies, "both monks from the temple, no ordinary citizens."
Fujiwara Reya turns his head to look at her.
The fierce summer light falls between them through the window. On Kasahara Fumi's indifferent face shines a bright gloss, her long eyelashes blazing with golden light, and the hot air exhaled from her nostrils spreads out.
After thinking for a bit, he decides not to say anything.
Kasahara Fumi also says nothing, expressing a hint of apology with her eyes.
