Lin Ao walked to Suzuki Masami's side and lifted both her hands.
"There's no question of being worthy or not. I've given you freedom, so please hold on to it tightly, okay~"
Lin Ao slowly drew Suzuki Masami's hands and fingers together, curling them into fists.
"How is it? Can you feel it?"
Freedom was something ethereal, and everyone judged it by a different standard.
First, to do what one wanted to do and could do. Second, not to do what one did not want to do and could not do.
The same applied to people and matters.
First, to see the people one wanted to see and could see. Second, not to see the people one did not want to see and could not see.
These were all definitions of freedom.
"Hold on tightly?"
Suzuki Masami stared blankly at her own fist.
"Mm. Then feel it properly."
Lin Ao let go of Suzuki Masami's hand and quietly watched her.
Suzuki Masami looked at her own hand, as if she had sensed a surge of strength.
She tightened her fist slightly, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.
"Freedom... Is this freedom..."
She murmured to herself, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
In the past, she had always lived within restraints, with nothing she wanted to do and no one she wanted to see.
She was a puppet, a puppet without a soul.
And now, Lin Ao had given her freedom, had suddenly poured a soul into her, yet she did not know how to face this sudden change.
Suzuki Masami took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
She knew that freedom did not mean doing whatever one pleased, but rather required shouldering more responsibility and making more choices.
Moreover, there was still something in