"The language of flowers?"
A trace of worry appeared on her troubled little face. After thinking for a moment, Nohara Rin answered hesitantly.
"Flower language? Um... probably sunflowers. I hope my friends, my teacher, and everyone in the village can be bright and happy. What about you, Hua Yue?"
Her eyes rippled. From beneath the Demon Fox Mask came a clear, gentle voice that seemed to carry a soft chuckle.
The drizzle continued without end. Rin looked at him in confusion, somewhat troubled and slightly annoyed. Was her answer really that funny?
"Hoping others will be happy? My eye for talent is more accurate than anyone's, and the same goes for people's personalities and the flowers that represent them."
"You really are gentle—steadfast and selfless, silently watching over your companions, just like the purple on your cheeks."
The frustration and distress in her chest dispersed with the raindrops. She quickly stepped forward, and her usual gentle smile replaced her hesitation.
"I'm really surprised to hear you praise me. Everyone in the village says Flash Illusion Moon is an arrogant guy who doesn't even respect the Third Hokage! Hehehe..."
Ever since Uchiha Obito's sacrifice, the feelings and thoughts she had wanted to confess had been decisively rejected by Kakashi before he would even listen...
The irritation and distress hidden deep within Nohara Rin's heart now burst forth without reservation amid the endless drizzle. She laughed freely, as though even her mood had been washed clean by the rain.
"Then what flower do you think should describe me? And what kind of flower could describe you?"
Looking at that radiant, tender smile, Hua Yue did not need to think long. His answer made Rin's smile fade as she stared blankly at the rippling lake.
"You are a purple bellflower, gently watching over