Save.

I.

Tasia looked at the stranger in front of her, who had thought she was a friend, with disappointment.

"Do you think that's for showing you?"

“——No, it’s not that.”

"The reason why I look happy is just because I wanted to be happy at that time."

Her tone did not fluctuate at all.

"It's me, showing it to myself."

"I told myself that I am very happy and happy now. That's all."

...How ridiculous.

If you don’t try to show happiness in a life like yourself, should you always be immersed in the vortex of misfortune and drag all the people you really care about to the abyss?

It’s not that you can’t feel the pain.

I just learned to hide my wounds well.

Life is already difficult enough. Do you still have to continue to add burden to the people you are closest to?

No, she has grown up.

Absolutely - I won't let my mother worry about me anymore.
Chapter completed!