Sinia recalled the conversation from a little while ago.
"They are pretty hands."
"Pardon? They aren't. They're rough... and have a lot of calluses..."
"That's why they're pretty hands. They are hands that dug through the cold dirt of The North and bloomed flowers to heal people."
"Where could there be hands more beautiful than these?"
She returned to the dormitory without even realizing her face was burning at Sia's smiling gaze.
Only after washing her flushed face could she look at herself in the mirror.
"Haaah..."
Her face was a mess. She had experienced her face burning from the bitter cold of The North, but her face had never felt this hot in such a warm place.
'My heart... is pounding.'...
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