When she saw him for the first time, she thought he was still a young boy and treated him with pity and tenderness.
But he was counting her tenderness and keeping every bit of it in his heart.
So he told her, "I like you."
"You just mistook family affection for love."
She had never understood what love was, and there had always been only the theory of bread in her world. Little did she know that he was invading her heart bit by bit.
She is terrible intellectually, but he has a soft spot for her
It's a war between love and bread