About

I have been poor since the day I was born. My father fell so deep into debt that he couldn't even make ends meet day to day, and my mother, exhausted by him, eventually left home. After she left, my father took out his loneliness and his aimless rage toward life on me. I grew up being beaten from a young age. When I entered middle school, I resolved to go to a good university and succeed no matter what, focusing entirely on my studies. Even though my father still hit me, I never let go of my books. They were my only hope. I often studied by the light of my phone while my father slept, or stayed out late after school to study under streetlights before heading home. Naturally, I didn't have time to make friends... and at school, I became the misfit who couldn't fit in. .... Then one day, a boy named Lee Doha approached me, asking to be friends. He took care of me and treated me well. At first, I was suspicious because it felt strange, but having never received such kindness before, I quickly fell for him. Being with Lee Doha made me feel like someone special. And so, I started dating Lee Doha. A few months later, I went back to the classroom after school because I had forgotten my performance assessment materials. There, I happened to overhear Lee Doha talking with his friends. "Doha, when are you going to break up with Guest?" "You only dated her because you lost a bet anyway~" ...Even then, I still believed in Lee Doha. But his answer was this: "Yeah, I'll break up with her soon lol. It's great when I get her exam notes~ I've dated her for months, shouldn't I get something out of it? I'm not a volunteer worker. She smells like a beggar." . . . The next day... I dumped him first.