"Mother, don't talk nonsense!" Kasahara Fumi turned back, her eyes listless: "You forced this wedding thing on me without even discussing it, I'm really angry now!"
"Are you really angry?" Mrs. Kasahara looked incredulous.
"...Yes, I'm angry!" Kasahara Fumi gritted her teeth.
Seeing her eldest daughter's serious demeanor, Mrs. Kasahara's delicate young face slightly frowned, then gently relaxed. Her lips curled into a smile, she loosened her orange long hair, gently massaging her daughter's shoulder: "Aren't you being a bit dishonest in front of your mother?"
"Mother..."
"My daughter has grown up, has someone she likes, that would make me very happy too."
"But I don't like him."
Kasahara Fumi bitterly bit her lip and leaned into her mother's soft embrace.
"Fumi," Mrs. Kasahara murmured, then reached her finger to her cheek, "You're sweating."
Slender fingers touched the tip of her nose, Kasahara Fumi swallowed dryly, licking her lips.
