Chapter 58

The crabapple blossoms are still asleep in spring, and I am drunkenly embracing my beloved in my dream.

The red candles on the table had all burned out, leaving only a charred wick. It seemed that the people in the room had forgotten to blow them out last night, leaving them to burn until they finally went out on their own.

Red, yellow, pink, and white clothes and hairpins were scattered all over the ground, embroidered shoes and boots were scattered here and there, and trousers and short jackets were also thrown everywhere.

A beige bra was draped diagonally over…