Two small paws waved occasionally in the air.
The chubby bun face was full of urgency.
Rika Onodera swung her little legs in the air and, upon seeing Reiko Onodera come out, immediately set aside the Roast Meat and ran over with bounces and jumps,
"Mom, let me blow-dry your hair!"
Reiko Onodera revealed a tender smile, affectionately touched the little girl's hair, and nodded,
"Alright, then I'll leave it to little Rika!"
"Mhm! It's not hard!"
Excited to blow-dry her own mother's hair, Rika Onodera seemed extremely happy as she scurried into the bathroom to wash her hands and prepare to blow-dry the hair.
The wall clock ticked away methodically, while Tom on the TV screen was subjected to various pranks by Jerry, with wildly creative and exaggerated antics.
Watching this, Roast Meat even squinted its eyes, its expression seeming to say, Hmm? Can it be done like this? Why can't I?
The little girl stood on the couch, blowing her mother's hair with a look of earnestness on her adorable face, too focused to even glance at the television.
The lady was also enjoying her daughter's service, a rare moment of parent-child time.
A harmonious and beautiful afternoon.
.....
The breeze blew through the white gauze window, lifting the strands of silver hair by the girl's ear,
Chiba Shimizu sat at her desk, her room as neat and tidy as her, devoid of unnecessary furniture.
It barely differed from those empty rooms.
The only additions were a schoolbag always placed by the bed and a few scattered pieces of clothing in the wardrobe.
Chiba Shimizu smoothed a strand of hair by her ear and looked outside the window to see only a glimpse of sakura branches, as the view from her room wasn't particularly outstanding.
Ordinary, with just a glimpse of cherry blossoms and the small pond in the backyard.
On the desk sat "Being and Nothingness", a gift from Haruka Yuzan, but now the girl was engrossed in a thick notebook.
With a carbon pen in hand, she gently flipped through the notes, one page, two pages, three pages...
Each page was filled with notes, was this, possibly a... diary?
If Haruka Yuzan were to see this, he would undoubtedly say, "Who keeps a diary these days?"
But the girl was just that kind of person, stubborn and old-fashioned?
Chiba Shimizu never pondered over those thoughts.
She only knew, if she wanted to do something, she could...
Like, learning to cook, the young lady wouldn't watch videos but would stubbornly study the cookbook, and for leisure, she would daydream or read...
The familiar darkness, the familiar room, and still lying on the bed, the familiar little figure.
Misaki Saki was spread out on the bed in the shape of a "big character," wearing just a thin tank top as if she was feeling the heat,
and her two fair little legs were exposed to the air.
The little one was sleeping so sweetly that when the boy came in, her rosy little mouth smacked twice.
Who knows what sweet dreams she was having as the drool almost spilled from the corners of her mouth.
He walked over, patted her soft cheek, noting the girl's skin was in excellent condition, the small face smooth and delicate, making him somewhat reluctant to let go after pinching it.
"Hey, wake up, look at the time, still sleeping."
"Huh?"
Misaki Saki opened her eyes groggily, and her little face immediately scrunched up,
"Ouch, it hurts!"
Huh?
Did he pinch too hard? Strange, he didn't use much force.
Seeing her reaction, Haruka Yuzan quickly let go of her cheek.
Misaki Saki grabbed her head, rolling back and forth on the bed,
"My head hurts so much, I knew I shouldn't have slept for so long."
Haruka Yuzan was somewhat speechless; to think he had been worried that he'd hurt her.
He pressed down on the little whirlwind to forcibly apply the brakes, "Stop it, Auntie Akiyama and the others are about to leave, let's go see them off."
"Huh? Are they leaving so soon? Aren't they staying another night?"
Hearing this, Misaki Saki's eyes widened, and not caring about her heavy head, she grabbed the shorts tossed beside the bed and started pulling them on.
The cute bear print was covered as the little girl hopped down from the bed, hurrying and saying,
"Let's go, let's go, I still have to say goodbye to little Rika!"
Thinking that her status as the second shortest in the family was about to expire, Misaki Saki became anxious.
Haruka Yuzan was somewhat lost for words, following her out.
Just as he closed the door,
he saw Chiba Shimizu coming out from another room too.
"Wow, what a coincidence, Class President!"
"Hmm." Chiba Shimizu nodded coldly, which counted as a greeting.