Later that night, Leo returned home, lying on the bed as he stared at the ceiling… He didn't return directly after leaving Sakura's house; instead, he had wandered aimlessly through the streets, his steps dragging, his mind circling around the same confused thoughts again and again, each one sharper than the last, each one cutting deeper.
A dull ache pressed against his chest... a slightly painful thing he couldn't shake no matter how far he walked.
What Sakura's parents told him was unfortunately the truth… compared to them, he was nothing.
Honestly, the one thing he was good at was… secretly stealing something.
That's all.
Nothing else.
Even in studies… he was good, but never the best. Business… well, he wasn't that great either, not the kind of man who could make fortunes or stand at the top of a society that measured worth by power and wealth.
