With a slight exertion of his arms, Bai Lixin held the beautiful lady securely and stepped steadily up the stairs.
“Mr. Bai Lixin, I never would have guessed that your slender frame conceals such immense strength,” Mrs. Richard praised, her lips parting and closing, “I feel so safe with you.”
Bai Lixin smiled politely in response, “I didn’t expect Mrs. Richard to possess such underestimated power as well.”
The corners of Mrs. Richard’s lips curled up gracefully, her arms naturally wrapped around Bai Lixin’s neck, her body hanging onto him.
She leaned close to his ear, her voice charming and tempting, “Darling, don’t call me Mrs. Richard, that sounds too formal. Just call me Jia’er.”
Due to their proximity, the black gauze with hard silk that covered her face brushed against Bai Lixin’s neck, and the warm breath seemed to tickle his sensitive earlobes.
There was a flicker in Bai Lixin’s eyes, and he subtly turned his head to avoid the other party’s touch. He smiled politely and gallantly, “Alright, Miss Jia’er.”
Richard stood restrained between the two, wearing an expression that seemed tense yet relieved. He walked cautiously, even when witnessing his wife’s undignified behavior, not displaying a trace of anger.
Judging from his demeanor, it would be more appropriate to describe him as a “servant” rather than Miss Jia’er’s husband.
Jia’er?
Bai Lixin glanced at the woman in his arms with a subtle expression; the name was truly fitting.
Richard followed them step by step until they reached rooms 203 and 204. The rooms resembled those of a hotel, with a luxurious carpet of golden silk and red velvet running down the center. Facing rooms lined both sides of the corridor.
The first floor had a total of 10 rooms, five on the shaded side (rooms 201 to 205) and five on the sunny side (rooms 206 to 210).
Bai Lixin was assigned room 204, with room 203 and 205 next to it, and room 207 across the hall.
Miss Jia’er was assigned room 203, while room 205 was designated for the youngest daughter.
As for room 207 opposite Bai Lixin’s, it was occupied by Mr. Nick.
Upon reaching the second floor, Bai Lixin noticed that their luggage obediently waited outside their room door.
With a brief glance, he saw a square rattan suitcase right in front of him.
Since his arms were occupied, Bai Lixin didn’t rush back to his room. Instead, he first headed to room 203 with Miss Jia’er in his arms.
In front of room 203, there was a black suitcase and a brand new wheelchair.
As soon as he stood still, Richard hurriedly approached, fearful of neglecting them, or more specifically, Miss Jia’er.
The key to Miss Jia’er’s room was temporarily held by Richard, and his ink-stained fingers swiftly inserted the key into the lock. Richard respectfully presented his hands in front of him, saying, “Alright, the door is open.”
Bai Lixin walked into the room with Miss Jia’er in his arms, and Richard followed behind with the suitcase.
After Richard placed the luggage and wheelchair by the door, Miss Jia’er calmly stated, “Alright, husband, you can go back and rest.”
The moment the words fell, Richard left at a speed comparable to the wind.
Good guy, how eager are you to escape?
—————————
In the live broadcast room.
[Miss Jia’er? A height of 190? Flat chest? Fuck, it can’t be what I’m thinking, right?]
[I want to whistle right now.]
[Here he comes! If Jia’er isn’t the big boss, I’ll take my head off and kick it like a ball.]
[Uh, no need to make such a poisonous oath, okay? We should still leave some room for retreat, don’t you think?]
[It’s okay, I’ve figured it all out!]
[High EQ: Concealing an immense power.
Low EQ: Die hard!]
[Our God Xin can speak with hidden meanings.]
[I thought Richard was just an ordinary guy, but now I see why he suddenly became abnormal. Are Richard and Miss Jia’er truly husband and wife? Why does Richard seem so scared of Jia’er, the kind of person who wants to run away?]
[I’ve said it all; that’s not Mrs. Richard, that’s our big boss, God Xin Shen’s old gong!]
[Tsk tsk tsk, is our boss a woman in this copy?]
[Exciting! Can God Xin counterattack now?]
[Learn about ‘Pick Up Your Skirt Bigger Than You.’]
[Learn about ‘The Giant Under the Skirt’ too.]
[Oops.]
———————–
Richard hadn’t forgotten to close the door as he ran away, and a crisp “bang” echoed as the door shut.
Miss Jia’er suddenly screamed, pressing tightly against Bai Lixin, “Mr. Bai Lixin, it’s so scary. Was that thunder?”
Bai Lixin looked outside at the moon that was as bright as a white jade plate: “…”
Miss Jia’er wore a thick and noble long dress, a sapphire blue garment that exuded mystery and nobility. The dress seemed to twinkle with little lights, resembling billions of stars in the vast night sky.
Through the layers of thick skirts, Bai Lixin vaguely felt something brushing against his waist.
Isn’t this leg too flexible? Is there a problem?
Where Miss Jia’er couldn’t see, Bai Lixin’s expression changed subtly for a moment.
“It’s just that Mr. Richard closed the door, Miss Jia’er,” Bai Lixin patiently replied. “Look outside, the galaxy is vast. How could it be raining?”
Miss Jia’er hesitated as she glanced out the window, slowly releasing her tightly wrapped arms from Bai Lixin. “You’re right, Mr. Bai Lixin. You’re so considerate. Please place me on the bed.”
Bai Lixin stood at the entrance with Miss Jia’er in his arms. After changing into a pair of slippers, he walked into the room with Miss Jia’er in his arms and silently surveyed the room’s furnishings.
The room was carpeted, and at first glance, the light gray floor with a faint golden luster made an impression. Although Bai Lixin didn’t know the material of the floor in this movie world, considering the extravagant nature of the resort, the floor was undoubtedly valuable.
An oil painting hung on one of the walls, depicting an angel with contrasting colors. The angel held an olive branch, symbolizing peace, extending out of the painting. A Mona Lisa-like smile graced the angel’s lips, radiating a sense of holiness and gentleness.
The room was exceptionally spacious. In more appropriate terms, it could be described as the ultimate version of a presidential suite.
Bai Lixin carried Miss Jia’er to the adjacent room and gently pushed the door to switch on the light.
Under the warm, yellow light, a beautiful bedroom unfolded before them.
The enormous bed was adorned with thick cushions that promised feather-like softness at a mere glance.
He gently placed Miss Jia’er on the bed as soft as a cloud. As he was about to rise, Miss Jia’er, intentionally or not, hooked Bai Lixin’s neck and pulled him onto the bed.
Bai Lixin stumbled a couple of steps and sank down beside Miss Jia’er.
In the next moment, the soft quilt fluffed up, and Bai Lixin felt as though he had fallen into deep snow.
Miss Jia’er suddenly moved closer, her face covered by a thick veil, but Bai Lixin felt the heat of an intense and naked gaze.
“Mr. Bai Lixin, I recall you being the servant of a fallen noble, right?” Miss Jia’er nonchalantly propped herself up on the bed with a lazy and enchanting posture.
She bent sideways, her long curly hair the color of pale gold almost falling onto Bai Lixin’s face.
Bai Lixin was momentarily stunned. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Miss Jia’er stated, “Mr. Bai Lixin, in my opinion, you are truly outstanding.”
“An exceptional person like you shouldn’t be limited to serving others. Have you never wondered or even complained about why some are born as superior masters while you can only be a servant?”
“Especially if your master is a vulgar, down-and-out landlord. Yet you are elegant and knowledgeable.” Miss Jia’er lifted her pure white silk glove and lightly tapped Bai Lixin’s eyebrows, her touch as cold as silk. “You possess a face that outshines the world. Have you ever considered swapping identities with that foolish boy and becoming master?”
The silk had a unique coldness to its touch, neither light nor heavy, just enough to cause an uncomfortable sensation, like a group of ants gnawing.
Bai Lixin reached out and grabbed Miss Jia’er’s flailing wrist, shaking his head gently. “I have never thought about it, madam. My master has always been very kind to me. Though I may be humble, they have never treated me as a mere servant.”
Miss Jia’er chuckled. “They don’t treat you as a true servant, nor would they consider you a genuine friend. People are like that. Once they hold authority, they unconsciously overlook everything. They simply haven’t matured yet. What about in a few years? Have you ever thought about yourself or your descendants? Are you willing to let your descendants continue to be humble servants, serving impoverished owners like that wretched landlord?”
Bai Lixin’s gaze met Miss Jia’er’s veil as she asked, “Miss Jia’er, what do you want to say?”
Miss Jia’er’s lips curved, her voice resembling that of a witch lurking in the dark, captivating unsuspecting passers-by. “Darling, I can help you escape from all of this.”
Bai Lixin sat up on the soft bed. “Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t need it, ma’am.”
He politely left the bed, looking down at the mysterious Miss Jia’er. “I am right next door. If you need help, you can knock on the wall, and I will come when I hear the sound. Have a restful night, Miss Jia’er.”
Watching Bai Lixin leave, Jia’er spoke to his departing figure, “Mr. Bai Lixin, if you ever change your mind, you can come to me anytime. The door of my room is always open to you. Unlike those hypocritical philanthropists, I welcome everyone.”
Bai Lixin smiled politely, walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, and left.
Seeing Bai Lixin’s departure, Jia’er’s bright red tongue greedily licked the corners of her lips, and a peculiar smile formed beneath her veil.
She let out a long breath, bringing her hand that had just touched Bai Lixin to her nose and sniffed, sighing softly. “The alluring scent of the soul.”
—————————
When Bai Lixin walked out of Jia’er’s room, most of the luggage in front of the other rooms had disappeared.
He opened the door to his room and pushed in the rattan box he had never seen before.
After changing into the slippers provided by the resort, Bai Lixin entered the living room. Instead of immediately opening the rattan box, he placed it aside and sat down slowly on the sofa.
He appeared slumped, sinking numbly into the sofa, his eyes absent-minded as he covered his face with both hands.
Then, his slender shoulders trembled.
As he trembled, he collapsed onto the sofa, appearing helpless and pitiful.
Soft sobs emanated from the palm of his hand, adding fragility to the young man’s helplessness.
—————————–
In the live broadcast Room.
[I’m confused.]
[I’m typing a question mark slowly.]
[God Xin, what’s wrong? Are you crying?]
[Well… Am I the only one who thinks God Xin is suppressing laughter? The way his shoulders shake is different when he’s crying and when he’s laughing. He’s clearly holding back laughter.]
[That’s odd, let me take another look.]
[Hey, he’s really holding back his laughter.]
[So why is he holding back laughter?]
[Maybe he is afraid of being found out, even in the privacy of the room?]
[Why does he feel the need to suppress his laughter?]
[Could it be because he discovered that the big boss in this copy is a cross-dresser? Cross-dressing is one thing, but to arrogantly believe that God Xin hasn’t noticed and continuously try to seduce the other party? Tsk tsk tsk.]
[‘I thought he didn’t know.’ ‘He thought I didn’t know, but I just pretended not to know.’]
[Hey, why are there so many nesting dolls here?]
———————
Hahaha!
Ha ha ha ha!
Jia’er, Dijia, in women’s clothes!
Bai Lixin laughed so hard he could barely contain himself. Help!
He laughed to the point where his stomach started to hurt.
Three minutes later, Bai Lixin wiped his face, sat up, and rubbed his cheeks, which had become stiff from laughing.
Apart from slight redness in his cheeks and around his eyes, his face had returned to its usual dignified appearance.
He stood up, walked over to the rattan suitcase, and opened it. The corners of the suitcase showed signs of deep wear and tear. Although the character he portrayed cared about it, there were unavoidable signs of aging.
On top of the suitcase, there were two sets of simple changing clothes, not much different from the clothes he was wearing—simple black, white, and gray vest-shirt styles.
Hidden beneath the clothes was a notebook. Its surface was made of cowhide, and judging from the wear and tear, it wasn’t new.
He picked up the notebook, closed the suitcase, and returned to the sofa to read it attentively.
———————–
[May 3rd]
[My name is Bai Lixin, and I am a servant of the noble Emil family. I have grown up here since I can remember, but this isn’t my home.]
[Oh, no. This isn’t my home; it belongs to the noble Emils. I am merely a poor servant they purchased.]
———————–
[December 8]
[Today is my birthday, and I am very happy.]
[But it’s also the young master’s birthday, and everyone went to celebrate. I was the only one left with the pony in the stable.]
[ I wish myself a happy birthday, and I also wish the young master a ‘happy’ birthday.]
————————
[February 2]
[I’m very unhappy today.]
[They sold my beloved Little Pony. It was with me from childhood to adulthood. We’ve been together since it couldn’t even crawl.]
[No matter how much I begged the young master and the master, they responded with indifference.]
[I can’t forget the helpless, pleading, and resentful look Little Pony gave me before leaving.]
[The master told me that I am their property, let alone my pony. I have no right to speak in this family because I am just a servant they bought.]
———————–
[June 3rd]
[As I grew older, the master instructed me to study alongside the young master under the guidance of a tutor in order to keep the young master company]
With a slight exertion of his arms, Bai Lixin held the beautiful lady securely and stepped steadily up the stairs.
“Mr. Bai Lixin, I never would have guessed that your slender frame conceals such immense strength,” Mrs. Richard praised, her lips parting and closing, “I feel so safe with you.”
Bai Lixin smiled politely in response, “I didn’t expect Mrs. Richard to possess such underestimated power as well.”
The corners of Mrs. Richard’s lips curled up gracefully, her arms naturally wrapped around Bai Lixin’s neck, her body hanging onto him.
She leaned close to his ear, her voice charming and tempting, “Darling, don’t call me Mrs. Richard, that sounds too formal. Just call me Jia’er.”
Due to their proximity, the black gauze with hard silk that covered her face brushed against Bai Lixin’s neck, and the warm breath seemed to tickle his sensitive earlobes.
There was a flicker in Bai Lixin’s eyes, and he subtly turned his head to avoid the other party’s touch. He smiled politely and gallantly, “Alright, Miss Jia’er.”
Richard stood restrained between the two, wearing an expression that seemed tense yet relieved. He walked cautiously, even when witnessing his wife’s undignified behavior, not displaying a trace of anger.
Judging from his demeanor, it would be more appropriate to describe him as a “servant” rather than Miss Jia’er’s husband.
Jia’er?
Bai Lixin glanced at the woman in his arms with a subtle expression; the name was truly fitting.
Richard followed them step by step until they reached rooms 203 and 204. The rooms resembled those of a hotel, with a luxurious carpet of golden silk and red velvet running down the center. Facing rooms lined both sides of the corridor.
The first floor had a total of 10 rooms, five on the shaded side (rooms 201 to 205) and five on the sunny side (rooms 206 to 210).
Bai Lixin was assigned room 204, with room 203 and 205 next to it, and room 207 across the hall.
Miss Jia’er was assigned room 203, while room 205 was designated for the youngest daughter.
As for room 207 opposite Bai Lixin’s, it was occupied by Mr. Nick.
Upon reaching the second floor, Bai Lixin noticed that their luggage obediently waited outside their room door.
With a brief glance, he saw a square rattan suitcase right in front of him.
Since his arms were occupied, Bai Lixin didn’t rush back to his room. Instead, he first headed to room 203 with Miss Jia’er in his arms.
In front of room 203, there was a black suitcase and a brand new wheelchair.
As soon as he stood still, Richard hurriedly approached, fearful of neglecting them, or more specifically, Miss Jia’er.
The key to Miss Jia’er’s room was temporarily held by Richard, and his ink-stained fingers swiftly inserted the key into the lock. Richard respectfully presented his hands in front of him, saying, “Alright, the door is open.”
Bai Lixin walked into the room with Miss Jia’er in his arms, and Richard followed behind with the suitcase.
After Richard placed the luggage and wheelchair by the door, Miss Jia’er calmly stated, “Alright, husband, you can go back and rest.”
The moment the words fell, Richard left at a speed comparable to the wind.
Good guy, how eager are you to escape?
—————————
In the live broadcast room.
[Miss Jia’er? A height of 190? Flat chest? Fuck, it can’t be what I’m thinking, right?]
[I want to whistle right now.]
[Here he comes! If Jia’er isn’t the big boss, I’ll take my head off and kick it like a ball.]
[Uh, no need to make such a poisonous oath, okay? We should still leave some room for retreat, don’t you think?]
[It’s okay, I’ve figured it all out!]
[High EQ: Concealing an immense power.
Low EQ: Die hard!]
[Our God Xin can speak with hidden meanings.]
[I thought Richard was just an ordinary guy, but now I see why he suddenly became abnormal. Are Richard and Miss Jia’er truly husband and wife? Why does Richard seem so scared of Jia’er, the kind of person who wants to run away?]
[I’ve said it all; that’s not Mrs. Richard, that’s our big boss, God Xin Shen’s old gong!]
[Tsk tsk tsk, is our boss a woman in this copy?]
[Exciting! Can God Xin counterattack now?]
[Learn about ‘Pick Up Your Skirt Bigger Than You.’]
[Learn about ‘The Giant Under the Skirt’ too.]
[Oops.]
———————–
Richard hadn’t forgotten to close the door as he ran away, and a crisp “bang” echoed as the door shut.
Miss Jia’er suddenly screamed, pressing tightly against Bai Lixin, “Mr. Bai Lixin, it’s so scary. Was that thunder?”
Bai Lixin looked outside at the moon that was as bright as a white jade plate: “…”
Miss Jia’er wore a thick and noble long dress, a sapphire blue garment that exuded mystery and nobility. The dress seemed to twinkle with little lights, resembling billions of stars in the vast night sky.
Through the layers of thick skirts, Bai Lixin vaguely felt something brushing against his waist.
Isn’t this leg too flexible? Is there a problem?
Where Miss Jia’er couldn’t see, Bai Lixin’s expression changed subtly for a moment.
“It’s just that Mr. Richard closed the door, Miss Jia’er,” Bai Lixin patiently replied. “Look outside, the galaxy is vast. How could it be raining?”
Miss Jia’er hesitated as she glanced out the window, slowly releasing her tightly wrapped arms from Bai Lixin. “You’re right, Mr. Bai Lixin. You’re so considerate. Please place me on the bed.”
Bai Lixin stood at the entrance with Miss Jia’er in his arms. After changing into a pair of slippers, he walked into the room with Miss Jia’er in his arms and silently surveyed the room’s furnishings.
The room was carpeted, and at first glance, the light gray floor with a faint golden luster made an impression. Although Bai Lixin didn’t know the material of the floor in this movie world, considering the extravagant nature of the resort, the floor was undoubtedly valuable.
An oil painting hung on one of the walls, depicting an angel with contrasting colors. The angel held an olive branch, symbolizing peace, extending out of the painting. A Mona Lisa-like smile graced the angel’s lips, radiating a sense of holiness and gentleness.
The room was exceptionally spacious. In more appropriate terms, it could be described as the ultimate version of a presidential suite.
Bai Lixin carried Miss Jia’er to the adjacent room and gently pushed the door to switch on the light.
Under the warm, yellow light, a beautiful bedroom unfolded before them.
The enormous bed was adorned with thick cushions that promised feather-like softness at a mere glance.
He gently placed Miss Jia’er on the bed as soft as a cloud. As he was about to rise, Miss Jia’er, intentionally or not, hooked Bai Lixin’s neck and pulled him onto the bed.
Bai Lixin stumbled a couple of steps and sank down beside Miss Jia’er.
In the next moment, the soft quilt fluffed up, and Bai Lixin felt as though he had fallen into deep snow.
Miss Jia’er suddenly moved closer, her face covered by a thick veil, but Bai Lixin felt the heat of an intense and naked gaze.
“Mr. Bai Lixin, I recall you being the servant of a fallen noble, right?” Miss Jia’er nonchalantly propped herself up on the bed with a lazy and enchanting posture.
She bent sideways, her long curly hair the color of pale gold almost falling onto Bai Lixin’s face.
Bai Lixin was momentarily stunned. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Miss Jia’er stated, “Mr. Bai Lixin, in my opinion, you are truly outstanding.”
“An exceptional person like you shouldn’t be limited to serving others. Have you never wondered or even complained about why some are born as superior masters while you can only be a servant?”
“Especially if your master is a vulgar, down-and-out landlord. Yet you are elegant and knowledgeable.” Miss Jia’er lifted her pure white silk glove and lightly tapped Bai Lixin’s eyebrows, her touch as cold as silk. “You possess a face that outshines the world. Have you ever considered swapping identities with that foolish boy and becoming master?”
The silk had a unique coldness to its touch, neither light nor heavy, just enough to cause an uncomfortable sensation, like a group of ants gnawing.
Bai Lixin reached out and grabbed Miss Jia’er’s flailing wrist, shaking his head gently. “I have never thought about it, madam. My master has always been very kind to me. Though I may be humble, they have never treated me as a mere servant.”
Miss Jia’er chuckled. “They don’t treat you as a true servant, nor would they consider you a genuine friend. People are like that. Once they hold authority, they unconsciously overlook everything. They simply haven’t matured yet. What about in a few years? Have you ever thought about yourself or your descendants? Are you willing to let your descendants continue to be humble servants, serving impoverished owners like that wretched landlord?”
Bai Lixin’s gaze met Miss Jia’er’s veil as she asked, “Miss Jia’er, what do you want to say?”
Miss Jia’er’s lips curved, her voice resembling that of a witch lurking in the dark, captivating unsuspecting passers-by. “Darling, I can help you escape from all of this.”
Bai Lixin sat up on the soft bed. “Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t need it, ma’am.”
He politely left the bed, looking down at the mysterious Miss Jia’er. “I am right next door. If you need help, you can knock on the wall, and I will come when I hear the sound. Have a restful night, Miss Jia’er.”
Watching Bai Lixin leave, Jia’er spoke to his departing figure, “Mr. Bai Lixin, if you ever change your mind, you can come to me anytime. The door of my room is always open to you. Unlike those hypocritical philanthropists, I welcome everyone.”
Bai Lixin smiled politely, walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, and left.
Seeing Bai Lixin’s departure, Jia’er’s bright red tongue greedily licked the corners of her lips, and a peculiar smile formed beneath her veil.
She let out a long breath, bringing her hand that had just touched Bai Lixin to her nose and sniffed, sighing softly. “The alluring scent of the soul.”
—————————
When Bai Lixin walked out of Jia’er’s room, most of the luggage in front of the other rooms had disappeared.
He opened the door to his room and pushed in the rattan box he had never seen before.
After changing into the slippers provided by the resort, Bai Lixin entered the living room. Instead of immediately opening the rattan box, he placed it aside and sat down slowly on the sofa.
He appeared slumped, sinking numbly into the sofa, his eyes absent-minded as he covered his face with both hands.
Then, his slender shoulders trembled.
As he trembled, he collapsed onto the sofa, appearing helpless and pitiful.
Soft sobs emanated from the palm of his hand, adding fragility to the young man’s helplessness.
—————————–
In the live broadcast Room.
[I’m confused.]
[I’m typing a question mark slowly.]
[God Xin, what’s wrong? Are you crying?]
[Well… Am I the only one who thinks God Xin is suppressing laughter? The way his shoulders shake is different when he’s crying and when he’s laughing. He’s clearly holding back laughter.]
[That’s odd, let me take another look.]
[Hey, he’s really holding back his laughter.]
[So why is he holding back laughter?]
[Maybe he is afraid of being found out, even in the privacy of the room?]
[Why does he feel the need to suppress his laughter?]
[Could it be because he discovered that the big boss in this copy is a cross-dresser? Cross-dressing is one thing, but to arrogantly believe that God Xin hasn’t noticed and continuously try to seduce the other party? Tsk tsk tsk.]
[‘I thought he didn’t know.’ ‘He thought I didn’t know, but I just pretended not to know.’]
[Hey, why are there so many nesting dolls here?]
———————
Hahaha!
Ha ha ha ha!
Jia’er, Dijia, in women’s clothes!
Bai Lixin laughed so hard he could barely contain himself. Help!
He laughed to the point where his stomach started to hurt.
Three minutes later, Bai Lixin wiped his face, sat up, and rubbed his cheeks, which had become stiff from laughing.
Apart from slight redness in his cheeks and around his eyes, his face had returned to its usual dignified appearance.
He stood up, walked over to the rattan suitcase, and opened it. The corners of the suitcase showed signs of deep wear and tear. Although the character he portrayed cared about it, there were unavoidable signs of aging.
On top of the suitcase, there were two sets of simple changing clothes, not much different from the clothes he was wearing—simple black, white, and gray vest-shirt styles.
Hidden beneath the clothes was a notebook. Its surface was made of cowhide, and judging from the wear and tear, it wasn’t new.
He picked up the notebook, closed the suitcase, and returned to the sofa to read it attentively.
———————–
[May 3rd]
[My name is Bai Lixin, and I am a servant of the noble Emil family. I have grown up here since I can remember, but this isn’t my home.]
[Oh, no. This isn’t my home; it belongs to the noble Emils. I am merely a poor servant they purchased.]
———————–
[December 8]
[Today is my birthday, and I am very happy.]
[But it’s also the young master’s birthday, and everyone went to celebrate. I was the only one left with the pony in the stable.]
[ I wish myself a happy birthday, and I also wish the young master a ‘happy’ birthday.]
————————
[February 2]
[I’m very unhappy today.]
[They sold my beloved Little Pony. It was with me from childhood to adulthood. We’ve been together since it couldn’t even crawl.]
[No matter how much I begged the young master and the master, they responded with indifference.]
[I can’t forget the helpless, pleading, and resentful look Little Pony gave me before leaving.]
[The master told me that I am their property, let alone my pony. I have no right to speak in this family because I am just a servant they bought.]
———————–
[June 3rd]
[As I grew older, the master instructed me to study alongside the young master under the guidance of a tutor in order to keep the young master company]
