At this moment, Fujiwara Reya sat up and waved his hand, as if trying to sweep away the humid air lingering in the summer.
"Come over here." He greeted, then gave a slight smile, a kind of helpless smile unconsciously revealed. It was an attitude that could successfully make others feel friendly, at least Kasahara Fumi thought so.
She stepped over the railing and sat down beside Fujiwara Reya with bent knees.
The summer cicadas noticed the woman's intrusion.
However, considering the Mountain God's friendly attitude towards her, the cicadas didn't fly away.
Fujiwara Reya lay horizontally on the grass, using his arm as a pillow. The inside of his arm was very pale, with veins showing through. There, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, sparkling brightly. Instinctively, Kasahara Fumi felt that he was truly clean, as clean as the sunlight.
"Where did Aunt go?" he lazily asked.
"Hmm, you guess." Kasahara Fumi gave a shallow smile.
