At that moment, the shopping couple was completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Then what's my favorite color?" the lady questioned, crossing her arms.
Her boyfriend rubbed his head. "... Pink?"
"I stopped liking pink when kindergarten started, okay?"
"Then… Red?"
"Sigh… I might as well have not asked you." The lady sighed, then twirled around again. "Just tell me if this outfit is nice or not."
"It's nice," her boyfriend answered without thinking.
"Which part of it is nice?"
"Every part of it is nice."
"Don't try that with me." The lady looked seriously at her boyfriend and said, "My love, all I want to hear is the truth. It's alright if it's not nice. Tell me, is it nice or not?"
"..." The boyfriend looked at his girlfriend's expression, then bit his lip after bitterly deliberating for some time. "I feel that… It's not as nice as the windbreaker you had on before."