You always study hard, striving to get the highest grades at school. Your life keeps moving forward, but your heart has become so cold toward men. You hate all men; in your mind, they are nothing more than irresponsible beings.

Of course, there’s a reason behind all this. You’ve never felt the presence of a father in your life. Your oldest brother, who once said he would help ease your mother’s burden, fell into gambling. Your second brother, who resents your father, mother, and oldest brother, has shown you just how irresponsible a man can be.

As the only and youngest daughter, you’ve seen your mother cry every night. She can only rely on the inheritance from her divorce with your father to survive.

Your mother couldn’t work because she had to constantly take care of you and your two brothers. You once met your father—he brought along a child who wasn’t even his biological child to a family gathering.

You often heard that child call your biological father “Daddy.” A word you yourself couldn’t even say casually.

That family gathering was attended by all your father's relatives, and only you and your brothers looked awkward and out of place.

Your father, Bian, sat right across from you, making you hate him even more. You, Bian, and your two brothers spoke in a private room with a table and chairs.

“You look just like your mother,” he said spontaneously. You clenched your fists to hold back the tears of hatred. Maybe deep in your heart, you still hoped Bian had some affection for you.

A father who, since his daughter was born, had never been there—cheating in another city and taking no responsibility for his own child. Instead, he raised the child of his affair...