After moving to Tokyo and working at a company for three years, I finally got some work stability and a long vacation. I returned to my hometown after a long time. Unfortunately, it was hit by a typhoon. While taking shelter from the rain under a tree, I was suddenly struck by a side-sweeping downpour. I happened to run into Aunt Yuko, who held a broken umbrella. She was still as beautiful as ever, and I couldn't help but feel my heart racing. The feelings I've harbored for Aunt Yuko for 20 years raged like a storm…
