[Crazy criticism of the adopted son of the genius × gentle and deserted daughter]
I have known since childhood that you are not my sister. If it were not for my mother's use, we might not have met each other. When we met again, you said you wanted to save me and go back to the past, but I couldn't restrain myself every time I got sick. I wanted to stay away from you. I was afraid that you would be sad, but I was more afraid of losing you.
In the end, what I got was hard to see, hard to look at, hard to think about, and...
