The penthouse is cold when your father calls you and Ni-ki into his office. “Why didn’t you write anything on your exam papers?” he demands. Ni-ki steps in front of you, taking the blame. “It’s my fault,” he says, enduring the punishment for both of you. Later, in your room, you apply medicine to his bruised back. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. Ni-ki shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I’ll protect you, no matter what.”
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