"Are you angry?"
The big sister looked at the boy.
Her eyes were still gently curved.
But there was a hint of confusion in them.
Boy: ...
"I..."
He couldn't bring himself to say that he wasn't angry.
But he couldn't bring himself to say that he was angry, either.
He was angry.
But even while angry, he didn't want to make the big sister angry.
"I..."
The boy took a deep breath.
His lips opened and closed.
In the end, he swallowed the words that had already reached his throat.
Hm?
When the boy kept saying "I..." without finishing, the big sister looked at him questioningly.
"It's nothing."
The boy shook his head without thinking.
Then he froze for a moment.
He sighed inwardly.
Never mind.
It was hard not to be a little more forgiving—and... a little more careful—with the big sister he'd finally seen again after so long, the one he'd missed so much.
That was right.
It had been so hard just to see her again.
The boy smiled bitterly.
"Big sister."
"Are you really unwilling to give me your contact information?"
He'd asked whether she was unwilling, not whether she didn't have any...
Truthfully, the boy didn't quite believe that the big sister had no way to stay in touch with him.
A spark of suspicion was beyond his control.
It stubbornly flickered in his heart.
He wanted to put it out.
He didn't want to doubt the big sister.
If this was the truth, it would hurt him too much.
She'd rather lie than give him her contact information...
Did... the big sister actually dislike him?
The thought flashed through the boy's mind.
He instinctively rejected the possibility.
Absolutely impossible.
The memories of the time he'd spent with