Master has always been so kind to me, and I've taken advantage of his gentleness by throwing tantrums at him time and again?
I'd already run off, but my pride prevented me from turning back. I didn't even know where I should run, so I just ended up at the dilapidated pigsty I had burned down.
She leaned against an apricot tree, staring blankly.
In this life, it seems that since my reincarnation, I've never really done anything for Master.
On the contrary, Master has guided me time and time again, shielding me from wind and rain.
A relationship is never a one-sided affair. What right do I have to expect Master to always come after me? He's innocent in this life; he knows nothing...
The feelings between Master and me have always been one-sided—mine. So, what exactly do I feel for him?
If all I do is passively let myself be pursued, complacently accepting others' kindness, then it's only to be expected that this affection could be carelessly discarded.
