Joseph loved me.

Yes.

For the past twenty years, I always believed Joseph truly loved me.

After all, when I was bullied by the girls at the neighboring vocational school, Joseph—who never stirred up trouble—lost his mind and rushed over to fight them. It became a huge incident.

He ended up with multiple fractures and was hospitalized.

I went to see him with teary eyes, and even though his body was wrapped in bandages, he just smiled and waved at me, pretending to be relaxed.

"Faye."

"They won’t dare bully you anymore."

"I knocked their leader’s teeth out."

Whether or not their leader was left toothless, I didn’t know.

But...