Chapter 7

I’ve always known how to make people love me.

Anyone.

I know how to make myself appear fragile and helpless, triggering pity in others.

At the same time, I know how to disguise myself with expensive, high-end brands, crafting an image of someone from a wealthy family.

A sheltered girl from a rich family—who would dare to mess with her?

But Nina doesn’t know how to do that.

Her dislike, her fear, her anxiety are all written on her face.

The slightest sound or movement makes her jump, and that only excites the bullies even more.

Just like now.

A paper ball hits Nina in the head, then bounces off and rolls to the floor.

I hear quiet snickers from around the room, but Nina just lowers her head, her ears turning red, silent and weak.

Then another paper ball. Then another.

It isn’t until the teacher finally intervenes, but not for Nina’s sake—just to restore order to the class.

Nina’s eyes are red, on the verge of tears, but she doesn’t cry.

sigh—poor girl.