My Origin is Your Wife

She doesn't want to be liked by so many people, and she always feels that the people around her seem to have unreasonable thoughts about her.

Well, except for my sister!

At most one more sister!Plus that old aunt of Chengzi... Sakura counted with her fingers.

"Then, Sakura-san." Yumizuka Itsuki clasped his hands together. "Is what Sakura-san said just now true? Can we continue to be friends?"

"Yeah." Sakura smiled softly. "certainly."

She still remembered that when she was in middle school, the guy in front of her was locked in a warehouse and shivered.

At that time, because the sports underwear didn't fit, I wanted to find a place to change it, and I met her, like a wounded little animal, curled up in a dark corner.

"That's enough." Yuzuka Wuyue folded his palms together. "When I have difficulties again, will Sakura-san help me?"

"of course."

Responding in this way, Sakura looked at the back of Yumizuka Mayzuki leaving with her schoolbag on her back, and an extremely ominous feeling rose in her heart inexplicably.

"That, May!" Sakura called to stop the girl.

Looking at the pretty face turning her head back under the setting sun, the soft orange twilight made her look like her mouth was stained with blood. "It's late, let me take you back."

"Okay!" Gongzuka Wuyue changed his usual quietness and leaned over bouncingly.

The two walked side by side to the school gate, where the black car was parked.

That's not his own car, it's the car of Liangyi's next door.

The corners of Sakura's mouth could not help but curl up, it seems that there are guests at home tonight.

"Miss Qiangami." The maid of Eryi's family opened the car door and bowed slightly to salute Sakura.

Sakura returned the gift and sat in the back row with Yumizuka Mayzuki.

My current self...is Asakami Sakura.

Although there used to be another surname, Tohsaka, or the short-lived Matou.

But now, it's superficial.

With the roar of the engine, the black car sped away.

Sitting next to Sakura, Yumizuka Itsuki felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

It's just this level, but it seems to already feel closer to Sakura than anyone else, with a warm feeling.

After sending Yuzuka Wuyue to the street near her home, Sakura felt a little relieved.

She watched Yumizuka Wuyue's back disappearing little by little.

There shouldn't be any surprises, right?

I have been so careful, but there is only one street corner and one laneway.

Ever since meeting that strange monk, Sakura has been trusting her intuition very much.

No, that might not count as intuition anymore.

For example, when I met the old aunt in the office, the words "redness of pain" appeared above her head.

Thinking of that intellectual and gentle face for no reason, Sakura subconsciously put her hands on her buttocks, feeling a faint pain.

"That old aunt didn't come today!?" She asked the maid.

"Miss Asakami, do you mean Miss Aozaki?" Seeing Sakura clutching her butt nervously in the rearview mirror, the maid suppressed her smile and started to turn around.

"Miss Aozaki didn't come today."

Sakura's expression eased a little, she didn't want to be beaten by someone lifting up her skirt and hugging her legs in her own home.

It's... shameful.

"Please sit still, Miss Asakami." The maid stepped on the gas pedal. "Missy has ordered you to be taken back before dark."

part.1 When I have difficulties again, are you listening?

The fingertips touched the glass lightly, and the girl's frail appearance was reflected on the window.

Black shoulder-length hair, small face and clear eyes all have elegant outlines.

Sakura stared blankly at those mirror-like lake-like eyes.

Those guys who flatter their sisters always say that they look a lot like their sisters, and my sister likes it too, and when they hear these, they will always bring a very elegant smile on their faces.

"—Sakura is the salvation that God bestowed on Fujino."

Sakura pursed her lips, remembering what her sister said when she was hugging her.

Why not for her?

Asakami Fuji is the salvation bestowed by heaven on Sakura Asakami.

Who would have thought that seven or eight years ago, the famous Asakami House in Nagano was on the verge of bankruptcy.

It was the Ryogi family and the Tohsaka family who extended a helping hand.

Thinking of that surname, Sakura's whole body exudes a kind of fragility that seems to be broken, and a little shadow is cast over her eyes.