Coming out of the barber shop, she tightened the scarf around her neck. My hair was cut a lot shorter. I originally wanted to cut it to ear level. The barber says you'll regret it. The word regret is not my motto. But it became the epilogue in love. This winter seems to be extremely cold. Walking aimlessly in the bustling area of the city, it seems out of place to be alone. Recalling the past bits and pieces, it would be a lie not to feel sad. Maybe if we meet in another way, there will be a different ending. Smiling and shaking his head, alas, I don't want to think about it anymore. It's also good to have a hot pot meal in the winter evening.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
