It was a very beautiful glass bottle, and it shattered when it hit the ground.
She looked at the pieces of glass scattered on the floor in surprise, hurriedly bending down to pick them up, but she was a bit flustered and ended up cutting her fingers several times.
Warm water flowed down from the showerhead, falling on her head. She suddenly felt a wave of sadness, but more than that, she felt embarrassed. How could she be so cheap? Why did she ask him those questions yesterday? Why?
She clutched her hair fiercely, biting her lower lip, trying hard to hold back her tears, but in the end, she couldn't.
She crouched on the ground and cried for a while, then wiped away her tears, turned off the shower, and worked on pulling a smile in front of the mirror until she finally managed a smile that she thought looked the most natural.
She quickly got dressed, grabbed a dry towel, and while drying her hair, she opened the bathroom door and walked out.
