The boy I loved had been bullied at school. I took countless hits and endured endless pain to protect him. I was even preparing to transfer with him. But one day, I suddenly heard him say, "She’s always hanging around me. It’s so annoying." A guy replied, "If you’re sick of her, why not just tell her? Why pretend you’re being bullied? She doesn’t seem like she’d keep pestering you." "Lily gets upset every time she sees me. She only feels safe when I hold her hand. I’m doing all this for Lily. Ivy just has to suffer a little longer. She’ll get through it." So that was it. Everything was for the new student from a poor family. My pain meant nothing. But he did not know I was the Winchester family’s sole heir. I turned around and made a call. "Mom, which elite school did you mention before? I’m going alone."
