A little sweet snow

in a difficult circumstance, life will undoubtedly provide you with a solution. It'

n had become even more unattractive. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't realize wha

ce could not be erased no matter how many coats of powder she applied. I'm assuming she's between the ages of 40 and 50. She lowered her head a

ow your

cautiously exited the car and proceeded to my position. I didn't av

st received my call, he happily flew from home to the hospital. It se

stories, I didn't even say a polite sentence about the weather. I also didn't know that although I was ofte

at when a woman is in pain, she requires the most help. But, unfortunately for Tom, my personality has long ago r

side to find out what had happened. Tom felt a bit bad when he saw me chatting to a large man with a lit

onversation with the butler and walked over to him. Feeling ashamed

nsure what to say, so he

of the station, shall we? I heard it rece

expectations, I an

le to come with you today. It's a waste

"Sorry" in his ear. Is this how it feels

happy, I groaned; does thi

he next time, promise? I'm now

turned back. But after walking for a while, I pulled him back.

s on to your m

who had been disappointed

almly to the muscular man and the lu

in the vehicle

r?" The other man i

at she'll agree,"

concluded their conversation

tal gate, the woman in the automobile removed her spectacles and stared

?" she said after a time. It is true that a whore's dau

ry lowly word she could think of to insult me

appeared in the car, freezi

the automobile door. The stillness in th

luctuating emotions must be comparable to the speed of light. The woman who had just

smiled graciously as she beckoned me with her long thin

nd, instead of

eglasses gave the following

tic. Then let'

l gate designed so splendidly that as long as the passerby was not blind, everyon

received the notice in advance, is seriousl

rn gray hoodie and it, in comparison to my figure, makes me appear like a toddler trying on adult clothes. Then I gently got out of the car. Under the mantle, my l

s on my gorgeous face, prompti

ossible, she's