Ever since I was born, I had been disappointing people.
My mother was a beautiful woman. She had been blindly obsessed with that man, and the only reason she gave birth to me was so she could return to his side.
I failed to make her wish come true.
My childhood memories seemed to consist of bringing home excellent grades, only to be met by cold rooms and utterly disappointed indifference.
And when I met that man, when I saw the extraordinary things he showed me beyond the ordinary, for the first time, I felt the expectations that an important person in my life had for me!
But I failed to achieve them.
It wasn't a problem that could be solved with simple answers like effort or talent. If I had to calculate the result,
it was probably a miracle.
In the ballroom beneath soft golden lights, Klim looked at the figure who had once handed him a "building block," then elegantly invited Donald to dance.
Lost in thought, he recalled those words before putting them away and returning to his somewhat pale, gentle smile.
There was no surprise, no anger. As the smartest person in the entire ballroom, how could he not understand Mei Lan Duo Er's purpose? Faced with this scene, he merely lowered his eyes slightly.
If I were that kind of person too.
"How should I put this? Just watching it makes me feel sad."
On the other side of the ballroom, Tang Bing, who had watched the entire scene unfold, spoke while gazing quietly ahead. Fang Ran, who heard her, raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.
"I thought you, Gourd, would definitely say, why does such a genius male god have to be a simp?"
"A simp is someone who throws away their dignity and