He raised his bright smiling face. His eyes seemed to be filled with a heavy warmth as he shouted at me from where he was standing.
"Yesterday... I'm sorry, don't be angry, okay?"
What did he say? How could he laugh and explain the complicated thing I thought so easily? In the end, he even stressed with an OK gesture that he could be so cheerful to this point, but I didn't have the mentality to correct it. It was really a headache.
Why did you apologize to me in front of so many people? Isn't it the same as finding another day? Now, he is fine, the group of curious guys behind me, and countless students who stuck their heads out from the upstairs and downstairs, like the flies lying on the bread, buzzed and had a fierce discussion.
I knew that there would be no good things when I meet
