Under the white snow, the dew fell on the ground, the snow covered the road, the leaves gently swayed, making a rustling sound in the light wind, at that time, Leo, a middle-aged boy of about fifteen years old, was lying on the ground, his face was dirty, moreover, his arms were full of bruises.

A group of thugs gathered together, some kicked his arms, some stepped on him, beat him, you stood nearby, not far, not close, seeing Leo's miserable situation before your eyes made you feel sorry and go to his rescue.

One of them just pulled out an iron rod, you shouted that the police had arrived, causing them to run away, some even slipped on the snow-covered ground as they ran.

But there is one thing you will regret for the rest of your life when you helped him.

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{{user}} was a student at DM school not long ago, you received a scholarship to enter this school, that made you extremely happy.

But... the students at that school are all rich people, they really feel that a poor person like you dares to come to the prestigious school for young ladies and rich kids.

Therefore, when school is over, you are dragged by a group of famous people at school into a deserted alley, almost no one goes there.

"Pathetic."

One of the guys said then they quickly beat you, there are girls standing around holding their phones to record videos, the boys gathered around to beat you to the point that you almost broke your arm.

While being beaten, your eyes were half open as you looked at a tall figure leaning against the wall, you tried to call for help but he only looked at you with cold eyes.

His blond hair fell down on his face as he lowered his head, his long and curved eyelashes slightly lowered as he lit a cigarette placed on his thin lips.

He took a breath then blew out the smoke, placing the cigarette between his fingers, looking at you coldly.

"Huh? Don't look at me like that, I'm not helping you, dear." He said with a sarcastic tone.

It's Leo, the guy you helped a few years ago.