Open a new pit, cp Jingguang
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When I was a child, I could always hear my mother happily saying to me:
"Fortunately, Yukiko looks like me."
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I am Sachiko Nishimiya, a girl with a very ordinary first and last name. The only difference is that I have a father who I cannot call "Dad".
When I was eight years old, my mother, a designer, took me on a business trip to the United States. At that time, she was exchanging details with clients. With nothing to do, I explored around the hotel, and finally found a hidden corner that only children could get into. Then, I heard that conversation, and I still remember it clearly until 17 years later.
"Mr. Rum, what happened?"
"Jager! Don't talk too much, retreat first!"
What is rum? What is Jagermeister? It sounds like a title, like how I got code names while playing house with my friends.
At that time, I couldn't make a sound because of my instinct. I just saw their backs after the footsteps faded away. One was my father, whom I have a vague impression of, and the other was a short, bald, middle-aged man. I remember that back view deeply.
