"Xiaosaki, why are you so careless?" Shibata Kento sighed helplessly, like a brother blaming his reckless sister for doing something wrong. He picked up the hand on the body and smiled, "Fortunately, I knew you were a hot-headed person. Look, this is the pianist's hand I prepared for you. It's beautiful without any scars, isn't it?"
There was anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Hirose Saki to praise him. He could even imagine Hirose Saki using his prepared hands... to play the most beautiful piano piece in the world.
The desperate Hirose Saki no longer knew what to say. She felt that there was no hope for her to escape from the clutches of the devil.
Tears couldn't stop flowing down her face, and she began to regret becoming an idol artist. If she hadn't become an idol, she wouldn't be liked by so many people, and she wouldn't be targeted by crazy people. If she hadn't become an idol, she wouldn't have such great pressure that led to overeating and out of shape.
She leaned weakly against the glass door, the last light in her eyes extinguished, and she no longer wanted to say anything against her will.
Shibata Kento stared blankly at Hirose Saki, whose face was filled with tears. His expression seemed to say: Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy to see such a gift?
But he quickly made a reasonable guess, his smile widened, and he touched the tip of his nose shyly:
"Xiaosaki, don't be too touched. If you like, I will prepare it for you regularly so that you can always have such a perfect figure and be the best idol forever."
"……don't want."
"Um?"
"I'm not touched! I don't want your gift, you lunatic! I don't want to be the best idol!!!"
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