Before dusk ended, Kiyohara Yuka knelt and sat on the inner edge of a Japanese-style house, with an uneasy expression on her face, and occasionally glanced at the sliding door behind her.
I don't know how long it took, but a figure appeared in the place where she kept looking - "Grandma Jizi!" She quickly stood up and walked forward in two or two steps.
Grandma Himeko bowed slightly, holding steaming green tea and cloud daifuku topped with strawberry jam on the wooden tray she held in both hands.
"Long wait, little girl Qingyuan."
Grandma Jizi smiled softly, with a doting tone between the lines.
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