A Branch of White Plum Comes into the Wall

"I'm so burned. If you want to repay my kindness, I can't say it now. Even if you say it, I will regret it in the future." The pink face of the little girl in front of her was flushed. She sniffed and said fiercely. "It doesn't matter if you regret it in the future. Just say it now." The little boy frowned, his immature face showing a calmness beyond his age, and a hint of determination. "Then give me a white plum blossom." She rubbed her eyes as her fever had not subsided, as if she was a little sleepy and said absently. "White plum blossoms don't grow here." The little boy frowned even more. "Then give it to me another day." She narrowed her eyes and smiled.