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When she saw the letter that Hayama Meiko wrote to Yadomi Jinta and the others, when she saw Yadomi Jinta and the others shouting "Meima, we found you!" to Hayama Meiko, whose body was already fading in the morning sun, when she saw Hayama Meiko with tears streaming down her face, looking at her friends with a face full of reluctance and saying "We've been found!", when she saw the little poem that Fang Qiu wrote on the side of the book, she burst into tears in an instant.

She... really disappeared...

"Our meeting was but a fleeting moment, at a crossroads on our way home... Ah, the magnificent fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the specks of sorrow... Ah, the wind and time flowed away together, and we were so happy, so joyful, having experienced so many adventures together..."

Tears kept dripping onto the pages of the book, and no matter how much she wiped them away, the tears wouldn't stop.

Grief overwhelmed her like a flood.

Between buds...

Such a good girl, how could she die like this...

Even after going through so much, she harbored no resentment towards her former companions...

Because he couldn't let them go, he made a special trip back to try and reconcile them.

As Fang Qiu wrote in the book.

If Mema had grown up to be an ordinary adult like this, she would definitely have become Jinta's bride.

If that were the case, how wonderful that would be...

Thinking of this, Naganohara Yoshimiya became even more heartbroken.

How could Miss Fang Qiu be so heartless as to take such a good girl away from this world...?

This is too cruel...

"Oh dear, what's wrong? Why are you crying like this? Here, use this to wipe your tears."

A kind voice rang out.

At the same time, someone handed her a white handkerchief.

"Thank you."

While crying, Naganohara Yomi took the handkerchief. After crying for a while, she wiped away her tears and looked up at the person who had come.

The newcomer was an elderly woman with white hair, her back slightly hunched, who was smiling at her.

"Did something sad happen? Tell me about it, Grandma."

The old woman said with a smile.

"It's nothing, I just saw a very touching book."

Naganohara Yoshimiya said with a smile.

But as soon as she smiled, tears streamed down her clean face again.

She quickly wiped away her tears, got up and helped the old woman sit down, saying, "Grandma, is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to ask your family to make some fireworks. Here's the recipe."

The old woman smiled and, as she spoke, took out a piece of paper with writing on it from her pocket.

"I see. Leave it to me. I'll go get you some tea."

Naganohara Yoshimiya said with a smile.

"No rush, take a rest first. Look, you're crying again."

The old woman said with a smile.

"It's alright, it'll be fine in a bit."

Naganohara Yoshimiya wiped away her tears and said with a smile.

After saying that, she let out a long breath, patted her fair cheeks, and ran into the house.

"Dad, where did you put the tea leaves?"

"what?"

"Where did you put the tea leaves?!"

"The teapot is right on the table!"

"No, I meant tea leaves!"

"cup?"

"It's alright, I found it, Dad, you can go about your business."

A moment later, Naganohara Yomi-no-miya came running out with a pot of tea and poured a cup for the old woman.

Naganohara Yomi-no-miya carefully put away the letters and books and sat down next to the old woman.

"Grandma, when were these fireworks ordered?"

Naganohara Yoshimiya glanced at the somewhat worn-out note and asked.

The old woman smiled, looked up at the sky with a reminiscing expression, and said:

"It has been fifty years."

"Can you tell me your story?"

Naganohara Yoshimiya asked.

She not only wanted to recreate the shape of the fireworks, but also wanted to incorporate their story of meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and staying together, along with their feelings and wishes at that time, into the fireworks.

The festival is being revived.

"Okay."

The old woman nodded and said with a smile, "It was a night more than fifty years ago. At that time, I had just been kicked out of my family and was homeless and wandering. Just then, he appeared in front of me, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited young man..."

The old man reminisced about the past, and Naganohara Yomiguchi sat quietly to the side, feeling the silent passage of time in the old man's words.

Fireworks fade quickly, but human kindness endures.

The old woman didn't speak for long; she soon left.

After seeing the old man off, Naganohara Yoshimiya breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to immediately devote himself to fireworks production.

Just then, she suddenly remembered that the book in her hand was a hardcover edition.

In other words, this episode includes Ms. Fang Qiu's remarks.

After carefully saving the prescription slip, she immediately sat back down on the bench and turned to the last page of "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day".

"As expected, there are some comments."

Naganohara Yomi-no-miya murmured.

In an instant, her nose started to sting again.

Between buds...

She bit her lower lip and looked down.

Thank you all for your support. I am Fang Qiu, the author of this book...

Looking at the principles Fang Qiu shared in his remarks, Naganohara Yoshimiya couldn't help but become somewhat interested in the Hall of Rebirth that Fang Qiu had mentioned.

"No wonder the promotional material says this is a story about healing and redemption. It turns out that Ms. Fang Qiu put so much thought into it. She is such a gentle person."

Naganohara Yoshimiya nodded thoughtfully.

However, when she saw the last paragraph, she was stunned.

"Thoma asked her to write this type of story? Is this type of story... one that's meant to be heart-wrenching?"

As she read the sentence and pondered Fang Qiu's intentions, a commotion arose from the direction of Yaedo.

Amidst the angry clamor, Naganohara Yoshimiya only clearly heard two words.

"Thoma!"

……

At this moment, the wooden-chambered tea room was eerily quiet.

A deathly silence.

Ying, Paimon, and Ayaka Kamisato all stared at Thomas with red eyes, clearly having had a good cry.

Thomas felt a chill run down his spine from their stares, swallowed hard, and dared not move.

A breeze was blowing outside the window.

The candlelight inside the room flickered gently, its glow sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The pages of the book "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" beside them fluttered up and down in the wind.

On the pages of the book are Fang Qiu's lengthy remarks, and the last paragraph is Fang Qiu thanking Thomas for writing a letter that encouraged her to write this type of story.

The wind picked up slightly, blowing the page of the reflection forward two pages.

On the page was the text of Meiko saying goodbye to Jinta Yadomi and the others under the tree in the morning.

"Yama, I still want to be with everyone, I still want to play with everyone, so I want to be reincarnated so I can be with everyone again. So, Jinta cried, everyone said goodbye, so..."

"One, two!"

"Yama, I've found you!"

"It's been found..."

So sad it's suffocating...

After a long silence, Thomas could no longer bear the silence.

"Um... this is a misunderstanding... Traveler, Paimon, Miss, you have to believe me. Although I did ask him to write ghost stories, I didn't know she was writing this kind of ghost story."

Thomas swallowed hard and forced a smile.

He was both amused and exasperated.

I clearly wanted Miss Fang Qiu to write ghost stories, but Miss Fang Qiu...

Although it's about ghosts... and it's quite good, it's completely different from what he was talking about...

This……

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.