SANO
"It's so beautiful, can I really have this?" Sumire asked.
"I'd like to see you wear it. I know it's not like what Mashima makes for you but--" Sano trailed off when she slipped the hairpin on her hair.
"How does it look?"
If she looked beautiful before, her beauty has been amplified.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"--cute.'
Sumire laughs softly. "I see, thank you."
Sano see's the trace of blood on her lips and wipes it with his fingers. "I'm sorry, for being so aggressive just now."
"Mm, it's fine. I get it." Sumire trails off. "I already asked Akane to make substitute arrangements for your operations. I know you have dedicated patients, so I spoke to them on your behalf and explained the situation."
Sano blinked. "You spoke to them on my behalf?"
Sumire nodded. "Someone had to."
"That's something my family should do, something a wife should."