"Mom..."
Seeing Himeko before her, little Himeko froze on the spot. This yukata looked truly beautiful on the grown-up Himeko, and she could even vaguely see the shadow of her own mother in her.
But she quickly came back to her senses. It was only natural that Himeko resembled her mother—this was simply what she would look like once she grew up.
"It looks like this outfit really suits you..."
Ryuunosuke Murata looked over Himeko in her yukata and was briefly lost in thought as well. She really resembled little Himeko's mother when she was young. Not exactly alike, perhaps, but at least seventy or eighty percent similar.
It reminded Ryuunosuke Murata of when he had first met his wife.
"Now that everyone has changed, let's set off!" Setting aside his thoughts, Ryuunosuke Murata smiled gently at the two Himekos.
"We're off to the Snow Festival!"
As soon as Ryuunosuke Murata finished speaking, little Himeko immediately cheered.
Little Himeko was wearing a sky-blue yukata that made her look adorable. Only Ryuunosuke Murata's men's kimono looked... well, not particularly good.
The women's kimonos and yukatas in the Far East were distinctive and beautiful. As for the men's... Himeko simply could not appreciate them.
"So cold..."
When the door opened, a gust of frigid wind swept into the house. Before she had even stepped outside, little Himeko could not help shrinking her head back.
Although the sun was out now, it accelerated the melting snow and instead made the surrounding temperature even colder. Little Himeko's clothes were not thin, but she still felt somewhat chilly.
Even so, the cold could not dampen little Himeko's excitement in the slightest. She had no intention of backing down.
"Hold my hand!"
Seeing little Himeko constantly shifting her feet beside her, Himeko held out her