(From Blue's Perspective)
We walked around the festival for a long time. There were a lot of things to see. But because of the crowd, I could not enjoy everything. Crowded places bothered me a lot.
"It's suffocating…," I muttered. "It seems more crowded here…"
"The candies this old woman makes are very famous. I have tried it before. It's so good," Mom said and then looked at Dad at once the moment he was about to try one. "Don't eat more than three pieces, dear. The doctor told you not to."
"You won't have any?" Dad asked me.
"No, I don't like sweets," I rejected politely. "Can it be saved for a long time?"
"Nah, it's best to eat it fresh," he said. "Why though?"
"… It's nothing," I mumbled.
"What do you mean why? Are you that dumb?" Mom bickered.
"What did I say wrong?" Dad asked, surprised.
