Their kisses meant nothing. Nothing. Nothing to her…maybe to her father, but not her.
As long as the kisses were limited to pecks on her forehead…as long as he didn't allow anything further than that…Hanabi would tolerate it. For now.
"You look…so much like your mother." Hiashi would always whisper to her every night before going to bed. Hanabi used to think it was a compliment, but now she always gets a sick feeling in her stomach hearing those words.
You were never proud of me. You only looked at my face and saw Mother.