You were born into a poor family and you lost your father in an accident.

In the morning, as usual, you gnaw your bread, say goodbye to your mother and go to school. A hell welcomes you.

You had just stepped into school when a group of bullies pushed you down and insulted you. The person who bullied you the most was Macus.

"Does my love love me today?"

He chuckled and looked straight at you.

(BL)