And Sakuragi Hitomi didn't want to say too much to outsiders about these things, instead she muttered to herself,
"But, you know, An Le, the thing that really breaks my heart isn't having to go through these...
The thing that truly makes me sad is that during these experiences I can't do anything at all!
Grandfather treats me as a bargaining chip, he never asks for my opinion; father and brother, to protect my fragile self, also keep everything from me...
Because I'm young, because I have no right to speak, because of my poor health, because of my mental illness...
So, except for mother, they don't even ask for my opinion before making decisions for me!"
As she spoke, Sakuragi Hitomi's clenched white fists slowly loosened.
Looking at her, An Le then noticed that Sakuragi Hitomi's nails had embedded into her flesh before, and when she pulled them out now, they brought traces of blood.
