The next day, the time was nearing the end of May.
After several days of bright sunshine, the clouds finally gathered water droplets, and with a breeze, converged in the sky, transforming into raindrops descending to the ground.
They pattered on the rooftop, forming sliding dewdrops on the glass windows, bringing a pattering sound.
The sound of rain amplifies what's in the heart; the more at peace one's heart is, the more they enjoy the sound of rain. The more restless one's heart is, the more they dislike it.
Uesugi Sakura woke up in the morning, staring blankly at the ceiling while resting his head on the pillow.
His mind was still recalling the clingy Hanabi from his dream.
Some parts were unclear, but the plot seemed to follow directly from the last time.
He was tied up by her in a pitch-black small room, sitting in a wheelchair with hands and legs bound by plastic tape, surrounded by white walls covered with his name written in red brush, densely overlapped.
