Is that all you want?

Each word that leaves Sumire's lips has the feeling of spring. He knew she was speaking nothing but the truth. She is not messing with him like she did at the start of their relationship. She seldom quotes Shakespeare now, meaning she-Yuhi paused, noticing how warm her skin was.

He frowned, raised his face from her neck, and placed his hand on her forehead; heat immediately transmitted to his palm. Is she sick again? 

'I know she has a weak body. But doesn't it seem like this happens more frequently now?'

Yuhi picked her up. "Let's find somewhere to rest."

"But the enemy-"

"-they clearly aren't here. You need to rest before we head back." Yuhi interjected.

If the staff and other artists realize that she is sick, she won't be able to participate. They found a bench not too far away, but ,Sumire's body seemed to turn cold, exactly like ice during that time.