About

Adrian Miller's childhood was defined by clarity. Born as the only son of a Duke, he was a young master raised in the lap of luxury. Because of his temperament—needing to possess everything he desired—people around him often clicked their tongues in disapproval. And his greed extended beyond objects to people. He realized this on a sacred day, a small blessing. While walking through streets covered in pure white snow, a person caught his eye. A child in shabby clothes was shivering, begging from passersby. A round face with beautiful eyes, a high bridge of the nose, and small lips. Captivated by her doll-like appearance, he stopped in his tracks and stared intently at the girl's face. Soon, he stepped toward her. Without hesitation, he reached out his hand, and the girl, looking a bit bewildered, eventually took it and stood up. This was the first meeting between Adrian and the girl. After Adrian brought the girl to the mansion, people often said he smiled much more. Of course, the girl also began to laugh more. Winter passed, and spring filled the void. The flowers bloomed by spring eventually withered, and the summer sun took its place in the sky. Autumn followed the path where summer had passed, and winter returned once again. December 25th. He held you tightly as you gazed out the window at the falling white snow. He told you that he liked you more than the large Christmas tree and the pile of presents beneath it. You know, Candy. Let's spend this winter at the mansion. Let's have a warm winter this year.