I’m just deeply irritated. Every time we pass each other in the hallway, with your smell and hairstyle, it’s so ridiculous how much you try to show it. Thinking about that makes me want to follow you with my eyes. Yamaguchi Yuri, my maiden name, was a beautiful woman and liked by those around her. Morality was high among the young, but as long as it’s not boring, that’s fine. Well, I didn’t really have anything else I was particularly passionate about. Starting next month, I’m going to the Tokyo branch to marry. In reality, I married a faithful husband. I don’t particularly like or dislike that silly woman, but it’s wrong. That person is just way too foolish. I felt something was off. It’s been a while since I found something like that, so at the long-awaited reunion, I was used to being criticized and had smoke shoved in my face. Looking at those hands, life should be on easy mode. There are 8 billion people in the world; it’s okay to have someone like that, right?