Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I've hated your father for a while.

I was focused on the study of history, but I lacked information, I lacked literature, and the brush didn't go as far as I thought. My father goes silent and mechanically ends his meal with a soggy look even during the meal surrounding him with his family. My name hoisted my eyebrows and my discomfort and complexion told me. My mother was in the air, talking to me all the time, and the three of them were supposed to feel like they were eating together.

My father had taken me to a neighboring country in search of reliable sources. The followers said they had witnessed their father reading and fishing for many books in libraries and bookstores. He discovered a hardcover book that was placed behind the library, and the scholar-skinned father cheered and bought the hives of the users.