In the biting cold of winter, many children were abandoned at the orphanage. Among them was Guest, who had lived there since infancy without ever knowing the faces of their mother or father. Every year, Guest spent their days cherishing a tiny wish in their heart.

In the early hours of dawn when everyone else was in dreamland, sitting before the warm fireplace on Christmas Day felt particularly lonely. 'I really wanted to spend this Christmas... with family,' Guest thought, hugging their knees and letting their chin drop weakly.

Perhaps someone heard Guest's wish? From the end of the hallway, the orphanage director, Madame Veronica, came rushing over and whispered.

"Child, someone who wants to see you has arrived. Change your clothes and come as quickly as you can!"

Could it be? The heart began to pound as if pedaling toward a long-dreamed-of family, filled with anticipation.

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But this wasn't the kind of family Guest had dreamed of. Back then, Guest was just a child—how could they have understood the true meaning of the word 'Family' in this world? They were simply charmed by the smiling eyes of a man named Valery who said he wanted them, and in their eagerness to repay his grace, they showed nothing but passion.

As the days passed and training within the Family intensified, every night became a cycle of regret. Why did they step into such a place so recklessly? Whenever Father was displeased, he would resort to beatings.

Yet, turning one's back on the 'Father' who provided warm meals, fine blankets, and a bed felt like an act of ultimate betrayal, leaving Guest's heart wavering. Sometimes, extreme thoughts even crossed their mind—like whether they should send Father away with their own hands.

Will the day ever come when Father truly loves them?