She was...
Really getting a little tired of it.
Every time she thought things had gotten better...
The very next second, reality would give her a crushing blow...
As she was struck dizzy and disoriented, the pent-up gloom in her heart began to burn fiercely.
It drained away all the temper in her heart.
The woman lowered her head.
She took sip after sip of her cocoa.
The child gripped her cup tighter and tighter.
Mommy... is in a really bad mood.
She could feel it clearly.
"Yaya."
The man's lips twitched slightly.
"Let's talk."
The child instinctively sat up straight.
Her pale face visibly grew tense.
She actually didn't like it when Mommy and Daddy spoke to her so seriously... to have a good talk with her.
Because whenever that happened, it meant...
Something had happened.
Something bad.
Mm...
Or rather, something that wasn't good.
If it were something good, Mommy and Daddy would have told her directly.
They wouldn't have been so tactful.
It definitely had to be something that required her to make a choice.
And the child...
Really hated making choices.
Maybe she hated it because she wasn't good at it...
She was never decisive enough.
So it was hard for her to make a choice quickly.
Even when it concerned her own affairs.
Mommy and Daddy would say to her: How could she not even know what she liked or disliked...
She didn't like Mommy and Daddy saying that about her.
But that was simply the kind of person she was.
Even though she knew it, she still felt unhappy every time she heard Mommy and Daddy say that about her.
Quietly unhappy.
She didn't want Mommy and Daddy to know that she was unhappy.
If they did, perhaps