Many people dislike her dullness, her frailty.
But Uesugi Sakura could never bring herself to bully her. If she lacked the encouragement and help back then, that radiant smile like a summer firework might never have blossomed in this world.
Uesugi Sakura understood why Uesugi Shio used to nag her so much, because she too had seen the troubled look on her face before.
As a newly acquainted sister, back then she often sent letters from Ehime Prefecture to Tokyo to chat with her heart-to-heart.
And she included some oranges.
If those close to her stopped caring, then who would?
Her cousin often said the same thing to her.
No weak voice calling her name, no smile shown to her, no bento or meals prepared daily.
Missing the colorful vibrance that stirred the heart.
Without it, she might have ended her uneventful life as quietly as she did in a past life.
—Uesugi Sakura closed the book, feeling a sudden introspection.
Shortly after math class ended.
