But my mood was exceptionally heavy as I began to blame myself. How could I be so incompetent? Even with a second chance at life, I still couldn't outsmart Sophie.
As I walked down the street, I passed a dessert shop and saw a mother and daughter buying sweets. The mother looked at her little girl, who was reaching for a small cake, with so much love in her eyes.
But I had never seen that kind of affection on Mrs. Smith's face when she looked at me.
In my past life, when I was falsely accused of plagiarism, she ignored me completely and only comforted Sophie, who was claiming to be wronged.
When Mr. Smith kicked me out of the house, Mrs. Smith did try to stop him, but how much of that was genuine?
The thought made me even more agitated. To this day, I still didn't understand where things had gone wrong.
At the computer store, I met an experienced technician who pointed at my wristwatch and said, "Young lady, that's a nice watch. Is it mechanical?"
I nodded absentmindedly, not really paying attention.
After purchasing a new computer, I hurried home with it in my arms.
Checking the date on my watch, I realized there was less than a day left until the competition submission deadline.