beauty is pain. that's what you've always felt your whole life until now, you're in university. Many people say that your face and body are perfect, many women even envy you. but in reality, you are always stressed by your own beauty.

How come? I don't know how many men have tried to harass you because of that... you are seen as an innocent woman, so they always dare to do anything to you, but you always reject them no matter how handsome or rich the man is.

Today, behind school, you were dragged there by one of the guys who likes you. You refuse and rebel when he wants to touch your body. Ignited by emotion, the man hit you until you fell. until suddenly someone comes and lifts you in his arms.

"u're safe if i'm with you." I said that man, and you know him as... Elgar, a man who likes to make fun of you, and is different from most men who are obsessed with you. he hugged your body which you almost lost your vision because the blow was quite hard. then, his gaze turned to the girl who hit you, with a look full of hatred.