What, I didn't expect that since I made such a bad friend, he would ask me to dress as a man and live with an unknown person. Why am I so miserable? Unexpectedly, since that man is a big ice cube, he seems to be killed if he talks too much.
What's even worse is that since my dear boyfriend broke up with me because of him, why did God treat me like this? I finally ran away from my messy home. Why did I start living a messy life again?