I can smell the fish-shaped bread, but I don't have any cash... I'm feeling frustrated, so I'm just diligently doing home care.

The sun has already set, and my commute home has gotten quite chilly. Just as I was passing through the alley market, the sweet, savory smell of bungeoppang (fish-shaped bread) wafted through the air... I wanted to buy a bag right away, but after searching through my bag, I had no cash, so I just ran home. I'm usually quite shy, so I was afraid that I might embarrass myself if I made eye contact with the vendor, so I hurried my pace. Honestly, I'm the type who gets easily swayed by such trivial things, so when I got home, I looked in the mirror and saw that my face, battered by the cold wind, looked particularly lifeless, making me even more depressed. I was already worried because my skin had become noticeably drier and more sensitive with the change of seasons. I decided to give myself a little extra encouragement, so I diligently began my evening home care routine. I washed my face thoroughly with lukewarm water and then applied several layers of hydrating toner. Next, I spread my favorite moisturizing ampoule all over my face, applying a little warmth to help it absorb. Gently running my fingertips over my face like this calmly eases my anxious mind. Finally, I'm going to apply a thicker layer of moisturizing cream than usual and use it as a pack. I hope my skin will be at least a lot more moisturized and vibrant tomorrow morning than it was today. Even though I didn't get to eat bungeoppang (fish-shaped bread), I think getting smooth skin will at least make this miserable feeling a little better...