Felltree Marsh I don't know how I'm going to win

He held firm for a couple seconds, stiff as a rock at her apology, but soon enough his frame melted, and he gave into her touch. His head dropped a tinge resting on her own, and he leaned into the embrace.

He had no idea why she had wandered off for a bunch of flowers and he looked curiously down at the bundle of brightly coloured twigs. “Flowers?” He didn’t see the need for them, but he was often confused by Hiromi and her herbs. Although she always had a good reason and a clear explanation.