Uesugi Sakura was suddenly at a loss for words.
Isn't the small interactions with a girlfriend supposed to not count as bullying?
At least from his morning behavior, it accounted as such.
He suddenly felt he had no reason to preach to her about morality, after all, his actions weren't those of a gentleman either.
His recent behavior was indeed quite unfair to her.
"I'm going for a walk..."
Hanamaru Hanabi watched him gradually stand up, turn around to push open the Japanese shoji, and walk out of the room.
With the sound of the door closing, his figure disappeared.
The air conditioner continued blowing cool air up and down, the girl glanced at her unfinished painting.
Her little insecure thoughts tangled over whether she said something wrong.
After pondering for a long time, Hanamaru Hanabi resumed her sitting posture and took out the phone she didn't want him to see earlier.
Carefully, she gazed at the photo wallpaper she couldn't bear to change, then opened her notes.
