C457 The Man to Wait for at the End of the Years

With her bangs, she looked a bit younger.

After changing my clothes and walking through a few streets, I was a bit tired. I stood in front of the window and looked at myself.

I couldn't help but find it funny. I couldn't help but laugh.

I was laughing at the window like a fool, attracting the strange gazes of passers-by. Everyone was probably thinking that this person was probably a fool