Not seeing the image of the girl coming out with a cheerful smile to greet him, Uesugi Sakura felt a deep sense of loss in his heart.
Or perhaps it was emptiness.
Once upon a time, he had become accustomed to such a life, believing that as long as he could eat something every day to survive, that was enough.
Now looking back... his life could no longer lack that smile that bloomed for him.
Uesugi Sakura changed into the shoes she had tidied up early for him at the entrance, stood staring towards the inner rooms for a moment, and murmured inexplicably: "If she really isn't here anymore, what would I... do?"
No, that won't happen.
Uesugi Sakura shook off these chaotic thoughts, walked towards the kitchen, took sixteen minutes to make a slightly bitter black coffee, then walked into the bedroom, sitting at the head of the bed with the cup, looking towards the computer desk by the writing desk.
This was where Hanabi usually painted, and she took great care of it,
