When he screamed at the top of his lungs at me, I really wanted to go up and hug him, but I couldn't. Maybe it's another cliché plot, but it's so profound.
I said I couldn't bring myself to trouble you, and... I really had no intention and power to deal with you.
Many disgusting men say they look down on girls who do that kind of thing because of money, but without us, how can you have fun?
I am still the so-called girl who "reads countless people" at a young age, but no one understands me. They will just sneer or look at you differently.
Never changed.