Mag looked at Constantine, who was dressed up neatly and had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Suddenly, he pitied this devoted man who came every day to ask about Shirley.
What is love? Why do people live for it and die for it?
However, Mag was in no position to comment about things like this. After all, even though Shirley was a drag queen, she had never behaved in a very feminine and gentle way on purpose. Moreover, her sexual orientation and who she liked had nothing to do with Mag.
"The first unfortunate case before the New Year." Harrison sighed as he passed by Constantine.
The nosy crowd all looked sympathetically at Constantine. This love that had not even sprouted was killed mercilessly just like that. What a pity.
Constantine quickly put his sadness away, and smilingly said, "It's alright, let me reintroduce myself. I am—"
"I'm not interested." Shirley turned away coldly and walked to the kitchen to start working.
