The promise was made, but besides sitting by her side, Uesugi Sakura really didn't know what else to do.
The TV was off, and Hanamaru Meiko and Hanamaru Hiroki hadn't returned.
In the large living room, it was just the two of them sitting quietly on the couch.
Since Hanamaru Hanabi called out to him, there hadn't been another word, not even a sound.
She kept her head down, hands resting on her fleshy thighs, nervously fiddling with the corner of her jacket.
Her breathing was rapid, her chest rising and falling noticeably.
The rosy tint on her cute, delicate cheeks remained as striking as ever, more tender and captivating.
She didn't dare look at Uesugi Sakura, still seemingly troubled by what he had just said.
The evening sun was warm, and the sky outside the living room had been painted a bright red.
Inside, the air also seemed to have warmed under the sunlight's care.
However, this situation had persisted for half an hour.
It was getting a bit awkward.
