"Ahem, Hanabi-chan doesn't hate me, right?"
"Hate... hate! Hate, hate, hate!" Hanamaru Hanabi pounded her little fists on him.
When he looked at her again, there were tears brimming in her eyes, and her gaze was as soft as tender water.
"Hanabi?"
His wife was angry, Uesugi Sakura could certainly tell, but the question was how to make her not angry anymore.
"All your help for the month is gone, Sakura-kun!"
Uesugi Sakura realized he had gone too far and quickly said, "Please, little Hanabi, I can't live without you... Actually... actually, I didn't even think about asking that at first."
"Bad Sakura-kun..." Hanamaru Hanabi glanced at him and muttered softly.
"Hanabi-chan? Little Hanabi? You're not mad, right?"
"No."
"Not mad at me, right?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Really, just hate Sakura-kun!"
Hanamaru Hanabi clenched her skirt.
Uesugi Sakura felt relieved.
Hanabi's hate wasn't really hate.
It actually meant a little bit of like was in there.
