She raised two fingers to Himmler, then turned and walked away.

"Where are you going? You don't want to go anywhere."

Himmler tried to take her hand.

"Go to hell."

On the fifth day, a packet was thrown in his face, and Himmler stumbled to sit down.

"Wow."

The onlookers screamed in surprise.

She stumbled out of the cafe and walked quickly away from Himmler.

In the fifth month, I walked around in the alley with my head down, and didn't stop until there was no way ahead.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

She slowly squatted down against the corner, covered her face with her hands, and cried loudly.

The level of sadness is roughly equivalent to having your hair cut off.

I don’t know how long I have been crying for, but a deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Are you okay, Miss."
Chapter completed!