In my current life, there is one certainty: failure in every one of my missions.
And—
Somehow, each of those failures brings me closer to Duke Tristan.
…which shouldn't be happening (but honestly, I love it, I really do. When else would a top-tier fan like me get to experience moments like these?).
Back to the present, the fate of my failures is like this: I want to plant flowers, but instead, a thorny durian tree grows with a suspicious aura.
Some moments have even been… too intense.
Strange gazes.
Sudden actions.
And of course—the incident of being carried across the capital, which has now become a legend ranging from neighborhood gossip to high-society status.
Rumors?
Don't even ask.
They've likely sailed off into imaginations that have docked who-knows-where. Honestly, I don't care anymore because life is meant to be enjoyed (while it can be enjoyed).
