Fantasy: It’s raining. A handsome man with a perfect face is standing beside me, soaked through. I offer him a handkerchief, and he shyly thanks me.
The rain stops. He smiles at me, then walks farther and farther away...
Reality: It’s raining. A suspicious man with his face covered is standing beside me, soaked through. I ask, “Why are you covering your face?” He replies, “Because I’m too handsome.” I offer him a handkerchief. “Heh... You came out in weather like this. Does your mom know?” He thanks me with a deadpan expression. “Thanks, but my mom is busy with important things. She doesn’t have time to keep tabs on me.” “No need to thank me. Heh... Actually, I wanted you to throw that handkerchief away for me, since I just used it to wipe my nose.”
The rain stops. He smiles at me, then hurries off to find somewhere to throw up.
This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
