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Edo, somewhere, in a somewhat dilapidated longhouse—
"Hmm hum~ hum hum hum~~ hmm mm~"
Humming a nursery rhyme, Asi carefully carried a cup filled with hot tea with both hands, and slowly walked out of the kitchen, heading straight to the living room of the house.
In the living room of this shabby house, a young man, not more than in his early twenties, sat expressionlessly at a desk piled with books and manuscript papers.
"Shusairo! Tea is here! Take a break and have some tea!"
Asi handed the freshly brewed tea to the young man... who was her husband, Yuuzaki Shusiro.
"Ah... thank you." Shusairo softly thanked his wife Asi, then picked up the freshly brewed hot tea from Asi and sipped it slowly.
After handing the tea to her husband, Asi didn't leave immediately. She turned her gaze and glanced at the thick stack of blank manuscript paper on the desk in front of Shusairo.
"Shusairo..." A trace of worry flashed across Asi's brow, "Still no inspiration today?"
