Playing the Delicate White Flower

Rumor has it that the young heir of the capital’s most powerful family only has eyes for the delicate, innocent type.

To stay alive, I did my best to play the part of a pitiful little canary at his side.

Then his first love showed up to provoke me, and I couldn’t help slapping her.

I thought my days as his canary were over.

But the young heir gently took my hand, speaking tenderly: “Her skin’s thick. I’ll slap her next time.”