Courtship against blessing.'Congratulations on your wedding, ****.'

Sunny says and tries to leave the room.
　Reflexively, I grab his hand and pull him towards me. I'm not sure if I put too much force into it, but it's like he jumps into my chest.
　When I hug him back, I realise that our faces are closer than I thought. When I hugged him when we met again, I wasn't really aware of it, but now the situation is different.

Blessing instead of courtship.'Congratulations on your wedding, ****.'






In a large mirror stands a man in a white tailcoat looking at us. It was supposed to be a happy day, but he was staring at me with a very languid expression on his face.
　In the short time it took me to do so, a loud sigh escaped from the man's mouth...his own mouth, in fact.