I was raised as a surrogate for my half-sister for the rest of my life at the age of 20, and I have a reason to live. Max Warren, Commander-in-Chief of the enemy army who saved me from waiting for the day I die in an appendix with no one. “Oh, you hugged me. Oh, no one hugs me like that. I only have a master. The one who saved me as a fool and took me to the maid. That was reason enough to love him. But……. he’s a stranger. You’re kind. Didn’t you say one of them was Enough. Why is my heart so fickle, why does it hurt so much. I was so greedy that I wanted to ask if it was out of too much greed, so I burst into tears. “What’s going on here?” He wrapped his wet cheeks around him. cuck I didn’t mean to, but I asked A subjective question without my knowledge. “Master… am I a pet?” He denied it after a bit of silence. “…it isn’t.” I couldn’t help but feel a subtle hesitation, always taking all my nerves to him. In a belated reply , I could see that what the woman told me was true.” I forgot I had work to do. Sleep alone today.” He built an invisible wall in a muffled voice, and pushed me away with a gentle refusal. To him, I was just a pet, just that.