What a Clever Little Thing I Am

Originally, if Sean hadn't answered properly, then by the end of today, even if their relationship hadn't immediately gone cold, some unpleasant feelings would certainly have arisen.

It had nothing to do with anyone's personality or experiences. It was humanity's innate need for affection and the selfishness of emotion.

Likewise, Sean naturally couldn't keep demanding that Daisy be generous and tolerant just because she was an understanding girl. That would be nothing but taking advantage of her kindness.

He wasn't trying to divide his love into three equal parts. Rather, no matter whom he loved, he would love them wholeheartedly.

Though shameless, that was indeed what Sean thought, and what he did.

Of course, today had been a small test. It wasn't an accident or coincidence, but an inevitable step Sean had to go through.

Skillfully shifting the core of the problem and handling it from another angle—that was Sean's method.

Clearly, the results had been outstanding.

Daisy was now limply leaning against his chest, tightly holding Sean's hand, her face still carrying a trace of apology.

Naturally, Sean "magnanimously" forgave the girl. Of course, Sean didn't use the word "forgive." He used phrases like "we're even," "I'm sorry," and "thank you for understanding."

The key was maximizing emotional validation.

Little White Flower had already forgotten why she was here and the sudden little emotions she'd felt. All she could see was the exhausted Sean and the calm smile on his face.

He told me... And he said he hadn't told anyone else...

This is the real Sean...

At that thought, another flicker of happiness passed through Daisy's eyes.

Being one of a kind was an eternal part of what humans sought.

The two of them stayed close and talked for a long time. Usually at times like this, Sean