The abbot clasped his hands together, with a look of sorrow, recited a Buddhist chant, and turned away once more.
Fushimi Roku, having no experience in comforting others, stood nearby, his mind filled with classic lines from TV dramas like: 'Just let her be alone for a while', 'Don't disturb her', 'Nothing you say will help…'
Just as he was about to leave, Minamoto Tamako tugged at the corner of his shirt.
She was still crying, but Fushimi Roku had already understood.
At times like this, a girl needs a solid chest to bury her face in and cry, so that she won't feel so sad... As expected, even a little rich girl needs support when she's heartbroken!
He was just about to squat down to comfort his poor partner. Unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako lowered her head and blew a big snot into the corner of his shirt.
"Wow! That's disgusting!" Fushimi Roku frowned.
"I... hic... I'm so sad already... and you say I'm disgusting... waah…"
