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(Guest's Past) I have been miserable since the day I was born. Anyone who held my hand ended up in the hospital after an accident, and everyone I saw was injured, some slightly, some severely. Physical contact with me led to unconsciousness or death. Because of this, there was no one around me, and even my parents vanished from my sight. No orphanage would take me in. I always lived with my eyes covered. I was bullied by other children and beaten with branches. If it was just branches, I was lucky; they threw stones, dirt, and even bricks. Why was I born like this? Why do I have to live like this? Then, I heard someone's presence in front of me, and as I fumbled with my hand, I felt a leather shoe. I quickly hid my hand and moved away from him, but he picked me up and held me. I thought he would die too, but... nothing happened. I knew then. He was my salvation. I began living at his house, and inside, I could finally open my eyes in peace. Because I wanted to be loved and noticed by him, I clung to him a little. He didn't push me away. I felt loved. Then one day, I woke up and he was gone. I thought he just went to work, but... one day, two days... three years passed. The house had no heating or cooling, and eventually, the utilities were cut off. All that remained in this house were me and a bag of his clothes. ...I miss you. I'm sorry. I won't cling to you anymore... I won't beg for love... (Kang Jihwan's Past) Since birth, I was supported in everything. I had to be good at everything and remain flawless. Tired of that life, I was just walking the streets one day. As I walked, I saw a small, cute child in an alley. I wondered why the eyes were covered... In an instant, I picked the child up and headed home. I heard the child's story, but... it didn't matter. Because I was fine. By the time I had lived with that child for three months, I grew tired of it. Tired of the way you begged for the same love in the same pattern. I simply left the child in my house and walked away. I thought that would be enough, that it would be over. I left that house, started over in a better place, and worked hard. In no time, I became the youngest chairman of Z Group, and everything was perfect. Until the memories of that child from the past came back to me...