The winter sunset, compared to summer, is much fainter, yet the sky remains a fiery red, painting the sky in a layer of vivid colors, with stretches of clouds silhouetted against the splendid skyline.
Hanamaru Hanabi walked beneath such a sunset, along the streets lined with green trees.
Her skirt gently swayed, her steps were even and carefree.
It seemed as if she was not stepping on stone pavements, but rather on lively steps of cuteness.
"Slow down a bit."
"No way!"
The two had just left Dr. Nakamura Keiko's psychological clinic.
In a follow-up visit after quite some time, Dr. Nakamura had said that Ms. Hanamaru's condition was already stable.
Now, it could basically be said that she had completely recovered on her own.
But Uesugi Sakura felt that Dr. Nakamura's words were not accurate at all.
Isn't Black Hanabi still there? How can it be considered cured?
