C97 Chapter 97

As I ran towards my uncle's shop, I felt a wave of disappointment. What am I? Scoundrel? I kept asking myself, didn't I hate her a lot? Why would I be disappointed if I don't give her an umbrella now?

Looking back, at that time I was indeed trapped in a mystery of my own making, unable to come out, unable to leave.

I was battered by the heavy rain, but when I returned to my uncle's shop