Nezuko's POV
I wonder why.
Just looking at this ring tightens my chest. I don't even know who gave it to me.
When I was turned into a demon, glittering balls, small ribbons, shiny acorns and pressed flowers of small flowers were treasures, and a beautiful empty box of pastry was my treasure box.
At the back of the treasure box is a small box wrapped in a soft cloth.
This ring was in it.
It has a beautiful bluish green jewel that shines brilliantly.
It's a little small and fits only in the little finger.
I'm sure he gave me something that suits me when I was a demon and my body was shrinking.
Many times I wondered if I could tell the giver if I asked my brother.
However, when I tried to ask, the words always caught my throat.
Every time I try to ask, I feel like I'm almost convinced that it's different to ask someone and answer them.
I didn't feel like this ring had the strong "feelings" of the giver.
I'm sure I can remember it someday.
Believing that, I decided to wear it all the time. I put a ring through a thin string and put it under the kimono like a necklace.
Occasionally, while looking at the beautifully colored stones like peacock feathers, I think of the sender who no one knows.
