Bab 105: Worthy Life

Rain had lived a simple life. Wake up, fight for scraps of food, mend wounds, and then sleep in pain. This was her daily schedule, and it had given her nothing but scars—physically and mentally.

She had received the scars and burns on her face in her childhood, and since then, she had made no relationship with anyone. Nobody liked her. Why would they?

Her face was ugly to look at, not to mention her scrawny body due to lack of nutrients. Combining that with the fact that she lived in slums and slept in trashcans many times, she was always ridiculed and mocked by others.

Even if they didn't say anything, she had seen the disgust in their eyes. She hated that look, but more than that, she hated those pitiful looks. It was as if she was a lowly existence they needed to sympathize with.

She hated those eyes, she hated all those people who would do nothing to help her but just look at her like the privileged persons they were.