As we approached her car, the eyes of Yua’s mother, Sakuraba Misora, got fixated on the girl. Even from afar, I could sense her undying affection for Yua. No matter what happens, even if the girl marries me in the future, there’s no changing their relationship.
If I ever hurt the girl, I’m sure as hell that she’ll come for my head just to avenge her daughter. Well, that’s how it was for any parent.
Little by little, her eyes narrowed as though she was observing her daughter carefully. I had no idea if it was because she missed Yua for the night or if she noticed how blooming she appeared right next to me– courtesy of what happened last night and earlier this morning. That second guess was quite noticeable due to her flushed cheeks and her coquettish actions. Furthermore, the big takeaway was how she clung to me even in public. It’s as if she’s afraid that no one else would know about our relationship.