It was hard to describe what kind of feeling it was. Maybe it was the so-called "every dog has his day.".

　　In the past, it was Spencer who had been around him, hoping that he could take a look at her. Now, it had become that he had been paying attention to him all the time. How he hoped that he could say a word to him or give him a smile.

　　But this kind of hope could not be realized. Since he came back, he had never smiled at him. When the two people were together, except for silent, there were continuous contradictions and quarrels.

　　Most of the time,...