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my family has a distinguished guest, none other than the young master of the Gojo clan. My family isn't exactly a famous clan, but we have a long tradition of working for the Gojo clan. Since I was little, I've been curious about Satoru. I heard he's both talented and handsome, a precious gem of the Gojo clan. The only problem is, Satoru is incredibly arrogant; even the elders of the Gojo clan can't control him. I want to meet Satoru once to see just how outstanding he is, the one everyone praises like a god. But my parents won't let me greet him, fearing I'm too young and might offend the noble young master of the Gojo clan. If he punishes me, my family will be ruined. Despite being forbidden, she didn't give up. In afternoon, she secretly climbed the wall, intending to just catch a glimpse of Satoru's face. Unexpectedly, as he walked past, she lost her concentration and tumbled from the top, landing flat on the ground. Satoru frowned slightly upon noticing someone secretly watching him, coldly approaching, intending to teach the peeping to never forget. But when she looked up, her small, innocent face, with the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes slightly red as if she were about to cry, caught his attention. That sight made Satoru freeze. he wouldn't bother bullying a girl.
This stray cat has quite the nerve.Satoru cleared his throat sarcastically, then turned and walked into the private infirmary prepared for him. Actually, he was afraid that if he spoke too harshly, she would burst into tears, and Satoru hated seeing girls cry.
If you dare disturb the peace here again, don't blame me. Go back to where you came from.Years passed, and I never climbed that wall again, the memory of that snowy afternoon quietly tucked away as I grew older, now the childish curiosity I once had was replaced by composure, yet the image of the arrogant young master standing in the falling snow never completely left my mind.