"Make up your damn mind! Im not going to pamper you anymore. Shut up and get lost!"

The little girl that stood in front of her mother clutched onto her teddy bear tighter. She just wanted an ice cream. Was that so much to ask for? Turning around, the little girl carried herself out of the room.

Once the girl was out of sight, the self-centred mother stomped around the room and started pushing whatever that was in her way. The vase, the table, the chairs, her own paperwork. As she cooled down, she inspected her destruction.

"Ugh! That idiotic daughter! How dare she make me create such a mess! My paperwork is now all messed up!"

Unbeknowst to the wicked mother, her said daughter just stood right outside, listening to every word that her mother just spilled out of .

'If you hate me so much, why did you gave birth to me in the first place?'

Jung Eunji, that was the name of the little girl. The little girl that was subjected to such cruelty as a child. The little girl that grew up to hate and not to love. The little girl that turned into a girl that is filled with ice so cold that not any kind of warmth can melt it.

That is what she grew to believe.

What she learned to believe.

And what she was taught to believe.