“Onii-chan,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes. my imouto has no money
“I know.”
She didn’t open the envelope. Just clutched it to her chest and whispered, “Thank you.” “Onii-chan,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes
She stared at it. Then her eyes glossed over—not with sadness, but that stubborn, angry love of someone who hates needing help.
And I swore I’d never let her eat plain rice alone again. ” she whispered