... The boy with wet hair and slightly pale skin, who could not be called a pretty face, lowered his head and wiped the water-soaked area with a towel.
... As if I was about to step into a wonderful fantasy novel, every pore in my body was rapidly expanding, and I experienced a great sense of excitement.
... Even if there are slight differences in some sentences, it seems that everything between the lines is my own blood, and everything should come from my soul. In other words, this should be my revised work!