The snowy scenery at dawn looked especially enchanting. The cool wind flowed into their lungs with every breath, leaving their minds crystal clear.
"Delia, Shigeru, you don't need to tidy up those things."
Nezuko wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Just sorting a few things had left her panting.
After packing up the clothes and setting them aside, Nezuko subconsciously glanced toward Yuko in the corridor.
The conical hat dusted with a few snowflakes had been placed beside the katana at the side of the corridor. Her long, slightly curled wine-red hair fell behind her waist, and a beautiful curve faintly lifted the delicate profile of her face.
Nezuko suddenly widened her eyes slightly, and an inadvertent tear welled at the corner of her eye.
How strange...
Why did she feel so sad...
She always felt that the person before her seemed so tired, as if she had endured so much...
It seemed she had seen a scene like this somewhere before...
In a daze, the snowy scene before the house quickly faded from Nezuko's eyes. A streak of orange-red sunset poured down, making Yuko's hair appear even more vivid.
It was as if a voice had sounded beside her ear.
"Miss Yuko..." Nezuko murmured, and the sunset reflected in her eyes quickly faded.
"Hm?" Hearing the call from behind her, Yuko turned back with a puzzled look. Had she... introduced herself just now?
She probably had, right?
With a smile, she asked, "Is something the matter?"
The confusion in Nezuko's eyes quickly faded. After hesitating for a moment, she went to the corridor and sat down beside Yuko.
Yuko looked at her in confusion, assuming she wanted to take the child. She carefully supported the child's bottom and prepared to hand the baby over.
"You seem very sad,