The bright and clear sunlight penetrates the gaps of the leaves and drops spots. When the light hits the wooden bench, the dark brown is tinged with yellow halo, bringing with the temperature and a bit more primitive flavor.
Sakurai sat on the bench at dusk, watching the wind in the distance roll down the leaves and lift them to the sky.
There are many boys and girls in front of her. They are generally young, wearing white loose uniform, and running freely on the seemingly smooth and bright lawn.
Their laughter was full of sincerity, which made Miss Sakurai's ears prickle.
This is the sanatorium managed by the eight families of Sheqi