Sublime

But Jiyoung had a hard time voicing her complaints because she wasn’t used to expressing her thoughts.

She’s a good woman, he thought. The kind of woman whose goodness is oppressive.

‘I think she really did want to eat that Katsuden tonkatsu with him one last time,’ said Nagare, a tender expression on his face. ‘You know, sit down with his ashes and tell him how good it tasted. That was what she meant when she told us she wanted him to eat it.’