In fact, Mrs. Duty lives alone. She only has one son, and her husband died when her son was still in elementary school. His son lives in the apartment, although once a week she visits and stays at Mrs. Duty. The old woman felt lonely. She did not want to hire a domestic servant for fear of inconveniencing her son. So far, his son is supporting Mrs. Duty, and she doesn't want to be a burden to his son anymore. She prefers a simple life but his heart is peaceful, rather than having to follow his son but his feelings are never calm."Girls!" shouted Mrs. Duty. She ran into the yard and found Shin slumped under a tree in the right corner of the yard.Shin covered his face with his hands. It seemed that she was crying because Mrs. Duty."Hey, what's wrong with you?"Mrs. Duty gently stroked Shin's head. She didn't know what had happened to the poor girl. However, seeing her cry made Mrs. Duty feels sad.

The girl with the hair tied up looked tired. She chose to rest at the bus stop. No one knew where she was going, not even herself. Meanwhile, she did not have anyone else in the city. Now she is completely alone. Just alone. She no longer has cousins. She no longer has uncles and aunts.However, the goddess of luck seemed to be on her side. Shin just got a message that came to his cellphone, that Shin is allowed to return home if he still hasn't found a place to stay. It must be thanks to Aunt Sherina. And, Shin would prefer to live in the house of his parents (steppe), even though she was nothing but a servant. His uncle and aunt allowed Shin to be their servant. And for Shin it didn't matter. Even though she had to sleep in a dirty and dark room, and do housework every day, she had been feeling that way for a year. The difference is, if a year ago she was like a child who was tortured, but now she realized that she really deserved it — considering that in fact she was a chil

"I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died! Then now let me die!""Shhh ...." Mrs. Duty ordered Shin to stop saying anything.'What exactly is it that makes that girl so frustrated like this?' thought Mrs. Duty was wondering."We'd better go inside. You have to calm down first, beautiful girl. You can't feel bad like this."Mrs. Duty tried to encourage Shin not to talk about bad things anymore, especially regarding death.Now they were at the dining table after Shin cleaned his sad face. Shin's eyes were swollen."You have to eat if you love yourself," said Mrs. Duty when she saw Shin just staring at the food, not eating it.Shin turned to Mrs. Duty. The woman didn't seem to have the slightest problem. Shin did not see the sa

I feel like someone is like trash. Exiled, humiliated, even tortured without mercy. Have they forgotten that the wealth they now enjoy is the work of my father?Ah, Mom ... Dad ... if you were still alive, I would never have experienced such a terrible fate. The brothers whom we used to help and care for, now seem to be the rulers of this house. The house that you gave to me. Not. It's not that I don't like them living here. However, I am the real owner of this house. Why are they being mean to me?Do I have something wrong with them, Dad? Mom?I tightened my hug to the figure that often became the place for my complaints. here I am, in a shabby room that was originally a place to store my family's old belongings. My room was taken over by the son of my father's brother who hated me so much. In fact, I felt I never had any problem with him. however, why is she acting like someone who doesn't like me?The death of my parents a year ago changed the

"Long time no see, you're getting funnier, Darling. I can't wait to marry you," he said, trying to stop his laughter.What? Marry me? What did this man say? Is he out of his mind? Was he actually a patient who had just returned from a mental hospital? If that's the case, I have to be careful with this guy. It's enough my uncle and aunt to torture me quite heavy. I don't want any more psychic attacks from this crazy person."Are you a crazy person?" I said, throwing a sneer at him.And again, the handsome face owner just laughed at my words. Does he think I'm like a joker? should anyone who saw my sneer, they were scared — or at least disgusted. Look at my appearance, it's like a zombie. Does anyone feel at home with me for long?"Oh, Honey ... I just found out if you now like to joke like this. Hahaha."The tall man with a thin mustache stuck his hand into the pocket of the jacket he was wearin