Black coffee with sugar

I supported my niece in learning to dance, but she smashed my head with a trophy after stepping down from the podium.
She resented me for restricting her beautiful youth.
She couldn’t eat what she liked, couldn’t have hobbies she enjoyed, and couldn’t be with the person she loved.
She stepped on me, smiling and saying she found true love, who would love and tolerate her.
Even smashing the head of her vicious aunt.
Blood gushed out, drowning the high and mighty her in my eyes.
My tears mixed with the blood on the ground.
She forgot that it was she who kneeled down and begged me to give her a chance to learn to dance.
Seeing her kneel in front of me begging again, I tilted my head and smiled:
"Auntie can’t support you anymore."


The Bloodsucking Tumor

Blair Grant truly has a talent for dancing. Though she's thin, she has good skeletal conditions. Otherwise, given her lazy nature in the past, even if I had whipped her to practice dancing, she couldn't have won a national award at eighteen.


However, no matter how you look at it, Emma Smith is not the type to generously reward her daughter.


She hung up the phone, gobbled down the skewers in her hand in two or three bites, and pretended not to see me.


Having long seen through her true colors, I wasn't surprised at her actions. Sometimes, things that shouldn't belong to her can only lead to dire consequences when she takes them.


Before my reassignment, I still went to my brother and sister-in-law's house for dinner, receiving a phone call from my parents before entering.


Mom asked joyfully when I planned to get married, as I'd been seeing someone for so long.


I frowned and asked my mom where she heard that I was seeing someone.


Chapter 2