" I don't know what to do," Hijiri cried, touching her oily hair. "I've always looked like this. Why can't someone love me like this?"
Femke set the notebook down, her face as quiet as Mirthe's was stormy. "Why shouldn't you be loved? "

Femke set the notebook down, her face as quiet as Mirthe's was stormy. "Why shouldn't you be loved?" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>

" I don't know what to do," Hijiri cried, touching her oily hair. "I've always looked like this. Why can't someone love me like this?"Femke set the notebook down, her face as quiet as Mirthe's was stormy. "Why shouldn't you be loved? "