"I'll continue looking at the photos!" Shirao awkwardly withdrew her hand and flipped through the album.
His fingers instinctively covered the back of her hand, turning the pages with her.
His breath reached her ear, along with the warm touch of his palm, sending her heartbeat into chaos.
If she could be with this person every day, it would be a joy even if they did nothing at all.
Later, there were many more photos of her.
Her laughing...
Her crying...
Her back view.
Her side profile.
Her memory lingered at the age of fifteen, trapped with him in a restaurant all night, a photo of them sleeping on the sofa...
There was also the time they were apart. She thought he had really left, but he was always in the hospital, paying attention to her little details.
Her leaning by the window, watching the rain outside.
Her back, walking on the street with an umbrella.
Her flipping through a book, deep in thought.
