"Lady Ito, wait for my Master to come to you," Daisuke said at last. That was the only response he could offer to her that would save him from speaking much.
Nodding slightly, he turned around to leave.
Hana stood there with a certain dread and shock wash over her as she watched him mount the horse before immediately riding off into the distance.
She was left terrified and confused.
She didn't know how long she stood at the entrance until her consciousness was jolted back to the present when she felt the smoothness of the porcelain bottle in her right hand.
Slowly, her gaze landed on it as a long sigh fell off her thin lips. Her brows were constricted in worry.
Releasing another deep breath, she pulled herself together and turned around to go back into the house while hoping for this phase to pass.
During the time her mother was absent, Haruka had been restless and had stopped sewing.
