"I'm going to wash up. Y-Y-You're lecherous!"
After that, Jeanne hung up the phone angrily. She threw her phone to the side, lifted the blanket, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
It had got to be a joke.
The woman in the mirror had a ruddy, charming, and attractive face. She was... glowing beautifully.
Jeanne gently bit her lips.
Suddenly, the corner of her mouth curled into a smile. It was a lonely smile, which was a contrast to her charmingly attractive face.
At that moment, the only thought in her head was that one day, would everything she had disappeared into thin air?
Would she return to her original self?
She adjusted her emotions, thinking, 'Is this what people mean by great pleasure will bring about sadness?'
When she was too happy, she would think of many tragic things.
She quickly washed up and went downstairs.
