I fled to Tokyo with scars all over my body. I just wanted to hide in a corner and survive.
But my father's friend's daughter, a delinquent girl named Fujiwara Hagi Rin, regarded me as a thorn in my side.
She thought I was the bastard child of her father's affair and the culprit who destroyed her family.
She broke my paintbrush, but gave me back a set of high-end painting tools. She ordered me to cook for her badly, but she clumsily helped me wash the dishes.
When the truth came out, she was not my half-sister.
The girl who once wished that I would disappear stood in front of me with red eyes and said to all those who bullied me: "She is mine, who dares to touch her?"
Later, she hugged me tightly, her voice trembling: "Zhinai, don't go, please."
Intention: Start from scratch
