"If you hadn't worn such a scarf, the mud wouldn't have splashed on your leg," he said and stood up. He finished wiping the dirt off my leg. I looked at his handkerchief that is filled with dirt now.
I looked up at him. "I have your handkerchief. I'll wash that."
His forehead creased.
"You don't know how to do laundry."
I was embarrassed by what he said. But I still looked up at him. "That is just a handkerchief. Washing that is easy."
His lips twitched. My cheeks get hot because you seem to be mocking. It seems like he's underestimating me so much!
"Don't strain yourself. I can buy a lot of handkerchiefs. I'll throw this one," he said and walked towards the trash bin on the side. He threw it without any hesitation.
I pouted. Her handkerchief was wasted because of me.
I looked down at a pair of black slippers at my feet. I wore that. I noticed those are a bit bigger for me. It feels nice, though.
