"Why would little Hanabi think like that?"
The girl's timid voice was as gentle as a breeze through the forest.
"Hanabi doesn't really know much, only how to cook and paint. If Sakura gets tired of Hanabi's cooking and paintings, and if Hanabi can't offer anything new for Sakura, naturally Sakura will hate her."
"Seeing her every day, Sakura will feel bored and annoyed."
Sensing the girl's slightly dejected tone, Uesugi Sakura smiled at her and said, "Do you think I'm that kind of person, Hanabi?"
Hanamaru Hanabi glanced at him, paused for two seconds, then lowered her head, "No, I can't blame Sakura...it's just that I'm useless...I've always been so ordinary..."
Yesterday's rain hadn't yet disappeared from the fallen leaves and twigs underfoot, mixing with the earth, feeling damp and moist.
Uesugi Sakura knew it was her lifelong inferiority complex acting up again.
"There's nothing wrong with being ordinary." He held her timid hand.
