"It's all your fault! You still can't afford to buy a car!"
"And now I'm stuck in the rain with you. My phone's ruined—you're buying me a new one!"
At the entrance of the bank, several people were sheltering from the rain. Among them, a young couple had started quarreling.
The soaked girl was throwing a tantrum, while the boy, with an honest and timid expression, kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If it's broken, I'll buy you a new one. I'm already saving up."
"Saving up for what? Ugh, useless!"
The girl continued to sulk, and judging by their interaction, it seemed like their relationship wasn't even official yet. The boy was clearly just a classic doormat.
Ryan glanced at them and felt a pang of sadness, as if seeing a reflection of his past self—so submissive and utterly embarrassing.
Almost reflexively, he turned to apologize. "I'm sorry, Yana. I didn't expect it to rain today."
