A gentle breeze brushed against my hair.
The sound of leaves rustling pleasantly surrounded us.
With the wind, Rafne’s red hair swayed softly.
She looked at me with a nervous expression, her cheeks flushed among those locks.
“W-What do you want to talk about?”
They say women have good intuition.
Of course, I wouldn't know how different it is from a man's intuition since I've never been a woman.
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