C295 Not Worried at All

He looked at her long, delicate fingers, now covered in a thick layer of cocoon. His heart ached, but he did not prick her.

"It's good that you're not tired. If you can't take it anymore, tell me." We're looking for another job. " Now, he no longer interfered with her going out to work.

Because, even if she was tired, she could find some confidence in that rare job.

But, regretfully