I truly didn't know how I was supposed to react.
I mean, the moment Rosalia started crying—when I saw her beautiful eyes turn red and tears roll freely down her cheeks—I could only think of giving her everything she wanted.
Everything I had, and even what I didn't have, just so I wouldn't see her cry.
I do love seeing her cry, but not out of sadness. I prefer her happy tears… or the ones she sheds because of me.
Even though I knew she wasn't crying out of sorrow or injustice.
Come on, I had been standing here for a while. I saw everything.
I liked the way Rosalia tricked that idiot and made a fool out of him.
And now she was acting like she had been wronged.
…She looked unbearably adorable.
I felt her small hands trying to wrap around my waist, and my clothes growing damp from her tears.
Well, there's no harm in playing along.
If she wants to play, I'll accompany her.
Who told me to fall in love with a girl this cute?
"It seems I've been too lenient with you, hasn't it?"
