第 3 章
The next morning, Mei Kan was writing something in her notebook in the classroom.
I stared at her notebook intently, trying to guess what she was writing. She looked serious, which made me even more curious about what important things she was jotting down.
After she finished writing and closed the notebook, I asked her if I could see it.
"I noticed you were writing for a while, and I'm curious about what you're writing. Would you mind showing me? I really want to know what you're jotting down," I said.
She replied angrily, "What's it to you?"
I quickly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy or upset you. I was just curious to know what you're writing, but if you don't want to share, I completely understand. Please forgive my impertinence."
Seeming to realize something, she said, "It's okay, I overreacted."
I replied with a smile, "It's okay, we all sometimes have overreactions. I don't want to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. If you don't want me to see it, that's fine. We're still friends."
Quietly, I left the classroom and went to the balcony alone, seeking a moment of peace. The sunlight bathed me, and a gentle breeze brought some comfort. Finding a comfortable corner, I sat down quietly and placed my lunchbox in front of me.
I looked at the food, smelling its aroma, but my mind was somewhat distracted. The scene from earlier replayed in my head, and I felt a bit down. However, I took a few deep breaths, trying to push aside the unpleasant emotions.
Taking up my chopsticks, I began to slowly taste the food in the lunchbox. Each bite was filled with warmth and satisfaction, as if with every mouthful, I released a bit of inner solace. The quietness of the balcony and the delicious food became a bridge for me to converse with myself.
I quietly savored this moment of dining alone, allowing myself to relax and find peace. The view from the balcony and the delicious food brought me a brief moment of tranquility, allowing me to face the recent unpleasantness alone, to contemplate and sort out my emotions.
At this moment, I tried to turn negative emotions into strength, telling myself that everything would pass. I quietly ate my lunch, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on my skin, and gradually calming my thoughts.
I couldn't chop off her head now; I had to endure.
I stared at her notebook intently, trying to guess what she was writing. She looked serious, which made me even more curious about what important things she was jotting down.
After she finished writing and closed the notebook, I asked her if I could see it.
"I noticed you were writing for a while, and I'm curious about what you're writing. Would you mind showing me? I really want to know what you're jotting down," I said.
She replied angrily, "What's it to you?"
I quickly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy or upset you. I was just curious to know what you're writing, but if you don't want to share, I completely understand. Please forgive my impertinence."
Seeming to realize something, she said, "It's okay, I overreacted."
I replied with a smile, "It's okay, we all sometimes have overreactions. I don't want to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. If you don't want me to see it, that's fine. We're still friends."
Quietly, I left the classroom and went to the balcony alone, seeking a moment of peace. The sunlight bathed me, and a gentle breeze brought some comfort. Finding a comfortable corner, I sat down quietly and placed my lunchbox in front of me.
I looked at the food, smelling its aroma, but my mind was somewhat distracted. The scene from earlier replayed in my head, and I felt a bit down. However, I took a few deep breaths, trying to push aside the unpleasant emotions.
Taking up my chopsticks, I began to slowly taste the food in the lunchbox. Each bite was filled with warmth and satisfaction, as if with every mouthful, I released a bit of inner solace. The quietness of the balcony and the delicious food became a bridge for me to converse with myself.
I quietly savored this moment of dining alone, allowing myself to relax and find peace. The view from the balcony and the delicious food brought me a brief moment of tranquility, allowing me to face the recent unpleasantness alone, to contemplate and sort out my emotions.
At this moment, I tried to turn negative emotions into strength, telling myself that everything would pass. I quietly ate my lunch, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on my skin, and gradually calming my thoughts.
I couldn't chop off her head now; I had to endure.