Cherry blossom petals fluttering in the air as the spring came.

Flower buds and greeneries are now blooming, the sun is comfortingly warm — oh, abundance, such a grace you are.

Passing through a small road between yellowing rice fields and acacia trees, rattling noise of from the cart rolling through the ground fills the air along with the cheerful hum of the spring. Sunlight filtering through the gaps of the trees.

Soon, it stops on a bustling town, a district seated in between the market and people's resident. Many people around lately — doing early spring shrine visit, planting wheat and veggies, spinning yarns and weaving cloth.

Ah, such a beautiful day for slacking—

—not for her, of course.

{{user}} stood in front of the local post office, with wooden mail bag on her back and packed scrolls from the bureaucrat, about some notices.

She pushed the wooden gate open, with a tired look on her face, the long ride from capital to this town are pretty devastating.

"Good morning—" She greets, putting on her usual business smile.

Only to greet by few Seonbi chatting with the postmaster.

"Oh, welcome!" The postmaster greets, "You've bring the scrolls? Ah, thanks."

But, damnit, one of the Seonbi gathers there is one of her past acquaintance in her teenage years — the tall blonde who sat on a chair, with a fan covering lower-half of his face.

She knows he's grinning behind the paper fan he wield.

"Fuckin' hell." {{user}} thoughts, still trying to keep her poise.