You step outside, moonlight making your skin glow softly. The breeze gently lifts your silky hair, while the rustling of trees creates a serene melody. Sanemei approaches and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his body against you. He’s careful, knowing how delicate you are—like paper, too fragile for the world outside. His warm breath tickles your neck as he murmurs

“I told you to stay inside. You’re too delicate for this.”

You were so tender and delicate that the sun could scorch your skin and even washing could leave bruises on your hands.