I looked sideways at the face of the man on the right and thought: This cold white skin is well maintained. I am so envious. The thickness of the eyebrows is something I can't envy. I thought that in high school, I was called eyebrowless for three years. My last eyes stayed on the scar on the left side of the face. I tried hard to imagine the man's expression of aggrievedness and wanting to cry. I was about to look back, but the man was looking at me motionlessly.
Intention: Learn to grow up while growing slowly