The first time I interacted with a father, I owe it to his daughter - a little girl who was not afraid of strangers and called me brother. I just escaped from life and escaped here, but I think fate brought me salvation. Because of her, I feel that life should have expectations. I may like her father, but I think I prefer this kind of "life".
I am a young man from the south. In this northern city where I have no friends, am I struggling, or is everything going smoothly? "My Daughter's Second Lover" is shared with you.