I want to continue my story from where I left in the last post. Here it is:
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A pair of black gleaming spheres. The flowing crimson hair. The radiating cream skin. A sense of elegance and beauty, with a streak of childish cuteness. She was two years younger than him - his pledged junior. "Um, my sensei..." she muttered, trying to give the answer to him.
"What's with your sensei?" he raised an eyebrow.
"My sensei..." Kagura then put up a haunted face and emitted some kind of shady aura - in a comical way. "She... Won't let... Us out until... We finished five-pages essay in one hour..." She dropped her head on Fai's shoulder, fully exhausted.
The male smiled. "Come on, I'll walk you home. Your father might be waiting," he said, gently pushed her from behind with his arm that was still around her shoulders. She sighed and went with his flow.
"Kagura, look up," he told her. "It's this time of the year."
She looked up. Thousands of crystal white flakes glided down from the grey sky.
"White... Snow... It's so pure," she gazed at the serene view. "I wonder if my Ka-san was of these adjectives before."
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