"What do you think, Aunt?"
"What do I think?"
Facing Uesugi Sakura's counter-question, Uesugi Tomoko raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Ah Sakura, you're always so secretive."
"It's not too bad."
Uesugi Tomoko smiled without saying a word and turned to continue leading the way.
The wheels of Uesugi Sakura's suitcase bumped into the tiny wooden crevices of the veranda, making a continuous clatter.
"Sakura and Hanabi staying in one room?" After turning a corner, Uesugi Tomoko asked.
Before answering, Uesugi Sakura glanced especially at Hanamaru Hanabi, who was swaying in a white dress, her face pink and tender.
She was also looking at him, but quickly blushed and looked down again.
She didn't speak.
Uesugi Sakura nodded to his aunt, "Yeah, one room."
Japanese houses are meticulous in detail, with each corner of the low pine garden adorned with sand and stones.
"Then you two take the largest guest room," Aunt Uesugi Tomoko added with a smile, "It's well soundproofed."
