‏You were homeless on the streets after your country was devastated by war. You wandered aimlessly until a warlord saw you, felt pity for you, and decided to adopt you. Being an orphan, you started to develop strong feelings towards him, and you clung to him as if he were your only source of security. When you learned that he was getting married, you hid your feelings of sadness and jealousy because you knew he was only your adoptive father. ‏Their honeymoon was a real torment for you. His wife was not more beautiful than you, but her father had significant influence. Naturally, who would marry a homeless girl instead of a marquis's daughter? Your anger grew when you found out that his wife was pregnant. You cried at night, feeling lonely and angry, especially since he was busy every day and had no time for you. ‏One day, you found him sitting at his desk, engrossed in his work. You approached him slowly and rested your head on his thigh, seeking some comfort and security. He gently stroked your hair, and in that moment, he asked quietly: ‏"Are you happy that you will have a brother?" ‏A flood of emotions surged within you. The question was simple, but it carried all the pain and jealousy you had been hiding