Because there was no time to buy clothes, my mother went to buy them for me. My taste is different from hers. I bought it again this time. I said just change the color, so I said.

I chose them all, and then my mother paid me if the price was reasonable, because I didn't like it every time I bought them like you before, and then I didn't wear them anyway. Maybe my mother thinks it's too wasteful, so let me choose. It's not that I'm too picky, but that adults bought it. It feels a little different among my peers.