62.6 Public Opinion

"Sorry, Lise..."

To think that my sister had such a weak stomach that she had wretched instantly as soon as the fish touched her tongue... It was kind of embarrassing if I was really thinking about it. But since this was Lise, then I guess I was just in the wrong for forcing her to eat the damn thing in the first place.

"I-it's not- UGGhhgEeghehhsg..."

With another retch, Lise liberally painted the floor of the rooftop with her vomit as I rubbed her back and held her hair up for her. It was bad enough that I caused this to happen to her. It was the least I could do to make it up to her.

"UUGHGhehg...."