Like a Dream In the Snow P2

Thank you very much, Lila-chan. There are still many things she wishes to chat about with you. But for now, Sumire places a light kiss on the top of her daughter's forehead and makes her way back down the hall. When she the door open to her music room, Sumire blinks.

"Yuhi? " Must be. Not even Kyo-chan or Huan goes into that room without asking her. It's not like she has anything to hide. But, indeed, she doesn't want people just entering. That room is where she composes and writes all her lyrics. It's filled with all her thoughts, brainstorming. It's pretty embarrassing if people see the draft versions before she finished them.

Sumire entered the room to see black hair standing by the white grand piano. The contrast of the white of the piano and the weather outside made the scene seem so mysterious. What a beautiful posture, she wants to draw or at least capture this scene through some sort of lens.

"These, are they about me?" he didn't even lookup.