"After that, I kept looking for you. Sometimes I was tired and wanted to take a rest. Could it be... That you would give up?" He said.
"It's difficult to make up for the lack of personality through hard work. Let's forget it. I hope you can find someone better than me." She choked with sobs and remained silent. I left.
"But you have never tried hard, am I always waiting for you?" He looked at her silence and stubbornness, and had to say,
"And you're always hesitating. Let's stop here."
So far, should comedy go hand in hand or go away in silence? The words vaguely floated in her ears: "You are a stingy person, you can't be generous anyway, otherwise you can just be my stingy person!"