I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings.
"So, I'm still here, huh?" I muttered to myself, realizing I was lying on the ground in front of the tavern.
"Well, ti to head ho then." I got up, brushing off the dirt from my clothes, and began walking in a strangely familiar direction.
"It must be because of the mory transfer," I thought to myself. Despite retaining clear mories of my past life and the previous world, I didn't feel like a stranger in this new body and surroundings.
"It's an indescribable feeling," I mused. It felt as though I had been in this world for a long ti, even though I knew I didn't belong here.
The neighborhood was peacefully asleep in the midnight hour as I walked through it like a holess wanderer.
"Let's go back ho," I resolved, picking up the pace and sprinting towards my house.
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Reaching ho took longer than expected, perhaps due to my jumbled mories.
"Maybe it's because of my cluttered mories," I pondered as my house finally ca into view.
It was an unremarkable two-story building, much like the other houses in the neighborhood. Yet, this house held a peculiar sense of familiarity and comfort for .
"I have to go inside," I muttered to myself, taking a step forward and knocking on the front door a few tis.
"Coming~" a sweet voice responded from inside.
"Is that you, Ruu~?" The voice called out, a mix of concern and annoyance evident.
"Y-yeah," I stamred, aware of what was to co next.
"Do you know what ti it is? We were getting worried about you. It was nightti, and you didn't return ho," a beautiful lady scolded as she opened the door. Despite her firm words, it was clear that...
She was worried.
I stepped forward and embraced her tightly, hoping to ease her anxiety and the guilt weighing on my heart.
"I'm sorry, Mom. It won't happen again," I whispered, my voice filled with remorse.
She looked surprised for a mont, but her expression softened.
"I love you too, sweetie. Now, co inside," she said, and with that, she entered the house, leaving standing there.
"Yep," I nodded to myself and followed her inside.
As I stepped into the hallway, I noticed a man with bright red hair sitting on the couch. He wore an aloof expression as he regarded with contempt.
"So, you finally found your way ho, son," my father remarked, his tone laced with slight mockery.
"Dad, I'm sorry. This won't happen again," I apologized, feeling a pang of shock as I prepared to kneel before him. However, before I could do so, he firmly grasped my shoulder.
"What happened to you? Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Why are you apologizing? It was my fault for being hard on you. I'm a disgrace as a father-"
His frightened expression and self-bla caught off guard. It was as if...
He genuinely cared.
With a mixture of relief and gratitude, I stood up and reassured him, "No, Dad. It's not your fault. I fought with her."
"Again? Well, as long as it's just that," he replied, seemingly accustod to mine and Mary's disagreents.
My mother observed the scene and interjected, "Chris, I told you to be stricter with him."
"How can I be strict when he cos ho looking like this, ready to apologize and kneel?" my father retorted, defending his leniency.
"Don't worry,He fought with her again." Mom said.
"Is that so,then that's fine." Father laughed it off.
they are too used to my and Mary's fights, I thought, a wry smile forming on my lips.
My mother turned her attention back to and asked, "Ruu, have you eaten anything?"
"No," I replied honestly.
"Then go and take a shower. I'll heat up the food," she instructed, her voice filled with warmth and care.
"Okay," I nodded, grateful for her concern.
I made my way to the bathroom, removing my clothes and placing them in a basket. As I stood in front of the mirror, preparing to take a shower, I couldn't help but notice the considerable amount of dirt on my scalp.
"That's a lot of dirt," I murmured, reaching for a bottle of shampoo. Knowing it was my mother's favorite, I hesitated for a mont before deciding to use it anyway.
After thoroughly washing myself and enjoying a brief soak in the bathtub, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated. Stepping out of the bathroom, I took a mont to admire my reflection in the mirror.
In stark contrast to the creepy stalker character depicted in the ga with long hair, the reflection in the mirror presented a completely different image. The young man before had lustrous, dark hair flowing down to his shoulders, complenting his fair complexion that radiated like jade. His face boasted a defined jawline, enhancing his overall attractiveness.
But what captivated the most were his striking golden eyes, shimring with an otherworldly brilliance. They held a depth and intensity that seed to pierce through my very soul, leaving srized by their beauty. The combination of his long dark hair, fair complexion, and those enchanting golden eyes made him truly extraordinary to behold.
"What am I going to do from here on?" I pondered, gripping the hairdryer and drying my hair. I knew there were a few things I needed to address.
"The first one is to cut off all ties with Mary Kleine," I resolved firmly, rembering the humiliation of her slap. "Next ti she humiliates , I'll make her pay for it."
"Secondly, I have to beco strong," I declared, recognizing the harsh reality that only the powerful thrive while the weak suffer. "Weaklings can't survive."
Drawing from my past life experiences, I knew there were ways to grow stronger, and I was determined to pursue them.
After styling my hair into a bun, I left the bathroom, ready to face the next chapter of my life.
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As we sat around the dinner table, all three of us--my mother, father, and I--exchanged glances filled with curiosity and intrigue.
"Is there sothing on my face?" I asked, breaking the silence and attempting to ease the tension.
My father glanced at my mother before turning his gaze back to . "Nothing, that hairstyle suits you, Ren," he remarked, a hint of pride in his voice.
"I agree with your father," my mother chid in, a gentle smile gracing her lips.
After finishing our al, I summoned both my parents to the living room. Sensing the seriousness in my tone, they obliged, sitting down with expectant expressions.
"Mom, Dad, I have sothing important to tell you," I began, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.
"You ain't getting your pocket money in advance," my mother joked, attempting to lighten the mood.
"No, Mom, it's different," I replied, my voice earnest.
"What is it then?"Curiosity etched on their faces, they urged to continue.
"I want to end my engagent with Mary," I revealed, a mix of determination and relief coursing through .
"Huh? Huhhhhhhhhhnn!" they both exclaid in surprise, it's going to be tough explaining them.
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[A/N: End this engagent!]
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