The next day, Kiyomi Liuli left the house like a wilted little bok choy, sighing softly and slowly walking to the station.
Last night, the bond between mother and daughter had nearly broken, her mother came close to eating her alive with soy sauce, she felt so hurt, life seemed so hard, and she was forced into the sentimental state unique to a sixteen-year-old girl.
It was already late April, and the "Sakura Front" had finally reached Hirarano. The breeze wasn't too dry, branches trembled lightly, and flower buds blushed with hints of rouge were scattered here and there on the branches, signaling that the early cherry blossoms would bloom within the next couple of days.
