I knew nothing about him. I didn't know that he was once the noble son of a noble family, and I didn't know how his pride was broken and crushed by others.
I only know that he studied well and cooked well. In March, he sat by the window and ignored my cynicism, carefully flipping through the miscellaneous books I bought, and classifying for me which ones should be read and which ones should not be read.
After he left, I never opened the stack of books. The wind blew open a few pages from the top book. The petals of a dried peach blossom fell to the ground and burst into bloom. Tears burst into my eyes. I have never shed tears since my sister left. I never shed tears when my business failed. I also never shed tears because my business offended a nobleman who was beaten half to death.
How could you cry for a poor boy whose life was like a piece of cake?
Ray:
Male protagonist (non-virgin)
first person
Intention: Everything will be fine