Hendrix cast a sideways glance at me and asked in a deep voice, "You don't need me to accompany you?"
I could sense that there was anger in his voice, but I still nodded and said, "I can go alone."
What should I buy?
I wandered around after walking out of KFC and couldn't find anything to buy.
Going shopping alone would make one's mood fluctuate easily, and I was feeling somewhat depressed at that moment. Why had I walked out on my own?
I clearly knew that Rowane was interested in Hendrix, but I still gave her a window of opportunity. I felt like a fool.
After wandering around for a while, I began to feel downcast. As I looked at my reflection on the store window, I would always feel uncomfortable.
It was due to my emotions, as well as my inner turmoil.
Yes, I felt inferior. The scar on my face wasn't deep, and it couldn't be noticed easily if one didn't take a careful look. However, since it was a scar, it was impossible that no traces would be left at all.
Rowane was incredibly outstanding. She was truly exceptional. She was beautiful, graceful, intelligent, resolute and brave. Most men would probably fall for such a woman!
I had no idea when I had started to feel inferior. Perhaps it was from the moment I hurt my face, or even before that.
It probably started a little earlier, but it was just that it hadn't been so obvious at that time.
I decided to cut my hair.
I was a little stunned when such an idea suddenly popped into my mind. Perhaps I could cover the scar on my face with my hair.
It was easy to find a hair salon in the center of the city. On the first floor of the shopping mall, there was a hair salon.
There were two young men distributing leaflets at the door. I casually took one from them and saw that new members could enjoy washing, blowing and cutting services for nineteen dollars.
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