White, soft fingers gently brushed the boughs of the flowers.The petals, which were white with a bit of reddish color, gently shook and trembled, looking incredibly soft.The voice behind him rang out for a moment, not impatient, not angry, not triumphant, it was calm and full of sense.Once again, the tender white palms of his hands Buddhaed over the flowering branches.Absolutely beautiful hands, absolutely beautiful people, absolutely beautiful eyes.But she was always lost in thought, those crystalline eyes in a bit of a trance, much less subdued and peaceful than before.The delicate petals slid down piece by piece in the unconscious friction of her palms, landing on the hem of her very long, pale gold skirt, the bells in the hall ringing a clear note, it was nearing midday, and the voice behind him that had been talking by his side all morning finally paused for a moment, a little hoarse, and a little helpless, "Sister-in-Law?""Uh-hu
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