A girl, she is Kang YN. Her life was not normal but fine until her mother gets married to a rich businessman who fall in love with her mother.
They are the rulers of underworld.7 demons in human bodies. They most Merciless mafias. They know nothing...
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The story of Yn's past, which became Mr. Kim is now a witness to.
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It felt like the night didn't want to end, as if time itself had stopped. Perhaps this night, this moment, wanted to witness the unbreakable bond forming between father and daughter.
And neither does she stop herself, nor can she prevent herself from telling everything, perhaps because no one ever properly explained things to her, no one told her neither understanding nor explaining what is right and what is wrong... All they ever did was question her—how, what, and why. But this time, no one is asking how or why things happened. Instead, this time, someone explained with authority what was wrong and what was right and helped her understand. So, how could she not tell everything without being asked? Perhaps, at this time, it is her heart speaking, not her mind, because when the mind speaks, it only says what it wants to share. But the heart, the heart wants to reveal everything it has endured.
Neither did the rain stop, nor did the darkness lessen, nor did the flow of water decrease. The moonlight on her face did not dim for even a moment because the moon knew that if it allowed its light to fade even a little, she would stop right there and not tell everything.
Because this was not an ordinary night that comes every day; it was a full moon night, as if the moon's light had cast a spell on her. Whenever someone asks her anything on a full moon night, she reveals everything she has endured.
=============Mr. Kim& Yn===========
“We were so happy, Appa, that I didn't even know what sorrow meant, what sadness was, or what pain felt like. I had never faced them, so how would I know? After all, what could a three-year-old girl possibly understand beforehand? You know, Appa, I never felt the absence of a father. I never even wished for a father because Eomma had given me so much love. Eomma loved me so much; she never left me alone. And neither did he, Appa. You know, he used to carry me on his shoulders and roam around the whole house, always making me laugh.”
“Someone who laughs and stays happy every moment, what would they know about sorrow? They will embrace happiness as their entire world, right, appa?”
"Didn't know that sometimes being so happy can ruin someone's life"
“Won't you take his name, princess?”
"What is the use now, Appa, of talking about him who used to make me laugh and never let tears come to my eyes, who never left me alone even for a moment? Today, that very person was the first to leave me. Because of him, my tears have not stopped flowing. I don't want to accept it, Appa, but still, I have come to hate even thinking about him. I feel so much hatred, Appa, so much hatred."
"Why does it happen, Appa, that the person we love and consider our everything is the one who gives us the most pain? And over time, we start believing that this person will never leave us. It never even crosses our minds that they might leave us. But those are the very people who leave us first as if we never mattered to them."
