“Forgive me just this once.” “Get lost.” After the truth came out, she pointed at him and cried, “You called me filthy, but you’re even filthier than I am!” In summer, watch fireflies; in autumn, admire the moon; in spring, gaze at the Milky Way; in winter, admire the snow. Given the choice, she would rather live a peaceful country life like that than charge headlong through a materialistic metropolis.
