Estimated User #201 (5 IP addresses)
3 fiction conversations
over 17 days
(May 15, 2023 – Jun 2, 2023)
Guangdong, China
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An IP address relates to the location of a user's computer or device, and a single person may have multiple IP addresses if they use different locations or networks. These IP addresses are grouped because the average embedding of each IP address's first turns (computed with all-MiniLM-L6-v2 sentence-transformer) has cosine similarity ≥ 0.85 and they share the same state (Guangdong). Groups are merged transitively—if A matches B and B matches C, all three are grouped even if A and C are below 0.85.
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Think a title for:Rose Dressed in a flowing satin dress, accentuated by black he
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think a title for :Joseph I woke up early in the morning, my concern for Rose st
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think a title for :As Rose stepped out of the car, Joseph couldn't help but snee
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Think a title for: It was Isabella, Mason's daughter and Joseph's only cousin, w
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think a title for:The next day, Theo told Amiri directly that he wanted Cameron
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Think a title :Rose Saturday had finally arrived, and I found myself at Joseph's
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think a title for:In Nova's kindergarten, Theo was still standing in the corner.
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Hui Fu Zhe Duan Hua :I'm sorry for the delay, I'm actually reading the book firs
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think a title for:Rose "Rose, please have a seat," Mr. Pierre gestured to a chai
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3 conversations in cluster Cluster 7× “Think a title forJoseph had always been intrigued by the wom...” over 12 minutes (Jun 2, 2023 – Jun 2, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: Think a title forJoseph had always been intrigued by the woman who had apparently been his father's childhood sweetheart. Megan had described her as someone who was even more ruthless than most, having abandoned her newborn daughter at the hospital. "I'm not saying that you're related," Joseph clarified. "I just want to know if her mother's whereabouts are truly unknown." Mason simply replied, "Her mother hasn't contacted her since dropping her off here five years ago." Joseph let out a sardonic clap. "So, why bother helping the little mute find her mother? Why come back now when she wasn't there for her before?" He looked at Mason with suspicion. "Is it because you want to find her?" Mason was taken aback and frustrated. "What do you know?" Joseph didn't bother to continue the conversation and simply got up to leave. Ignoring Mason's expression, he made his way out of the door. Christopher was standing outside, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke to his assistant. Upon seeing Joseph, he commented, "Heading out without eating?" Joseph nonchalantly pocketed his hands. "Not today." Christopher caught up to Joseph and began to explain his father's side of the story. "You and your mother have misunderstood your father. Ever since Rose's mother took her away, he hasn't had any contact with her. He only found out about Rose's return after reading the news." Joseph scoffed. "Then why did he finally start looking for that woman a few days ago?" Christopher shook his head. "...
CHATBOT: "The Mute Chess Prodigy: A Journey to Japan and Back"
USER: Think a title forJosephfor As the little mute slept soundly, Joseph found himself unwilling to disturb her slumber. He felt a strange tenderness towards her that he couldn't quite explain. His phone kept buzzing, but he ignored it, not wanting to break the peaceful silence of the room. Eventually, the ringing stopped. He looked at her, noticing the warmth emanating from her soft fur. It reminded him of William's comment about feeling like a father towards her, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought. After a while, he drifted off to sleep. But he was soon awakened by a persistent knocking at the door. It was Karen, the sight of whom irritated him greatly. Joseph sat there, bored and uninterested in the little mute's interactions with Karen. Finally, he received a call from the dean, prompting him to wake the little mute to apply her medicine. He nudged her a few times, but she barely stirred. So he resorted to pulling her up by her arm. She opened her eyes, but quickly fell back to sleep again. In a moment of teasing, he leaned in close to her ear and threatened to kiss her if she didn't wake up. This jolted her into alertness, and she pushed him away before stumbling out of bed and falling to the ground. He grinned at her as she got up with a bruised forehead. "You're quite ridiculous," he remarked before helping her back to bed. Upon meeting her cautious gaze, Joseph's mood soured. "Come here," he commanded. She clutched her injured arm and retreated to the corner, but her glare remained fixed on him, filled with hatred. Joseph couldn't help but recall the night she had bitten Isabella, how she had looked at herself with the same loathing in her eyes. Joseph was a superstar, adored by countless women of all ages. But in that moment, he couldn't help but feel bitter and resentful. He had sacrificed his time to stay by her side all night, and this was how she repaid him. He walked towards her on his long legs, his face drawn into a thin smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Rose's mind was ravaged by memories of Japan. She didn't even realize at first that she was mute, but the truth cut deep. If only she weren't mute, her brother might accept her. As a result, she despised everyone around her, Joseph included. "I hate you!" she exclaimed, her lips quivering in anger. Joseph paused, startled by her words. He took a moment to realize that she was actually directing her loathing inward. Now he was furious too. He had shown her nothing but kindness, yet she retaliated by glaring at him and sneering. "Who do you hate?" he growled, his intimidating aura permeating the still night air. Rose couldn't help but flinch, realizing the gravity of what she had said. She shrank away and refused to meet his gaze. Joseph knew that Rose had always been intrigued by the woman who had apparently been his father's childhood sweetheart. Megan had described her as someone who was even more ruthless than most, having abandoned her newborn daughter at the hospital. "I'm not saying that you're related," Joseph clarified. "I just want to know if her mother's whereabouts are truly unknown." Masonstruggled with self-loathing. Hearing her say it out loud simply replied, "Her mother hasn't contacted her since dropping her off here five years ago." Joseph letadded fuel to his own simmering anger. "You hate me, don't you?" he asked her derisively. Rose retreated further into herself, huddling in the corner. This only fueled Joseph's rage further. He searched for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, he noticed a piece of paper on the table, filled with Japanese characters. Rose clung to the windowsill, terrified but anxious to lash out a sardonic clap. "So, why bother helping the little mute find her mother? Why come back now when she wasn't there for her before?" He looked at Mason with suspicion. "Is it because you want to find her?" Mason was taken aback and frustrated.at him once more. Joseph felt a surge of anger, and he forcefully pulled her from the windowsill and dragged her to the desk. Rose tried to bite him again, but he shouted her down. "What do you know?" Joseph didn't bother to continue the conversation and simply got up to leave. Ignoring Mason's expression, he made his way out of the door. Christopher was standing outside, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke to his assistant. Upon seeing Joseph, he commented, "Heading out without eating?" Joseph nonchalantly pocketed his hands. "Not today." Christopher caught up to Joseph and began to explain his father's side of the story. "You and your mother have misunderstood your father. Ever since Rose's mother took her away, he hasn'thate about me?" he demanded. Rose shook her head in terror, unable to put words to her emotions. Joseph's anger grew even hotter, and he pointed forcefully at the paper and pen on the desk. "Write!" he ordered. Rose was too frightened to even attempt it. She shook her head and tried to dodge away. She'd already begun to cry once more, her shoulders heaving with sobs. Joseph's wrath remained unabated. In his mind, Rose was the last person who had any contact with her. He only foundright to resent him. She was ungrateful and selfish, lashing out about Rose's returnat him when he had shown her nothing but support. He felt that she was using him as an outlet for all the frustrations she'd suffered in Japan. They were locked in a tense standoff, until Joseph took hold of her shoulders and forced her to face him. Rose was crying openly, a pitiful and helpless sight. Joseph knew what thoughts were going through her head, and he felt a measure of his kindness towards her slip away. "You think that your being mute is the Jones family's fault, don't you?" he asked pointedly. "You think if you could speak, your brother would love you." He commented that she cried even harder, gasping for air as she revealed her innermost thoughts. "If it weren't for my family taking you in for five years, you would have died on the streets. And now, after reading the news." Joseph scoffed. "Then why did he finally start looking for that woman a few days ago?" Christopher shook his head. "That waseverything we've done for Rose's sake. Your father feels indebted to her." Unimpressed, Joseph asked, "What could he possibly owe her?" "I contacted the family that adopted her," Christopher explained. "During the summer vacation when Rose left, she couldn't speak. No one in the Jones family realized until she arrived in Japan. Her brother and teacher thought she was born unable to speak and therefore missed the best treatment time. They took her to numerous hospitals, butyou, you act like this? Auntie is right, no one could find anything wrong. It's likely that it was caused by some mental trauma. I looked into it and found out that the Japanese family gave her a lot of love and care, but she still hasn't recovered her ability to speak even after five years." Joseph was surprised. He had been away during that summer when Rose had left. He had been anticipating her departure, yet he didn't feel as relieved as he had hoped now that she was gone. "What happened that summer?" he asked Christopher. Christopher shook his head. "Rose was in a coma for half a month due to a high fever. She stayed in the hospital for a while and was taken away by her mother once she was discharged. Only now has your father learned that Rose's inability to speak was caused by the illness she contracted that summer." "Why did you suddenly become ill?" Christopher turned to look at him, prompting Joseph to recall how she often fell ill as a child. With a frail constitution, she would come down with a cold or fever at odd hours and her nanny was exhausted from taking her to the hospital. She would look at the nurse with puppy dog eyes when getting injections, feeling distressed rather than afraid of the pain. Joseph always felt panic in his heart when he thought back to those times. As she had grown up, she still had the same eyes and disposition, which he found annoying yet couldn't help but pay attention to. On their way back, he pondered over Christopher's comment and thought that perhaps if someone in the Jones family had cared about her, she might not be dumb. But the organ disease had derailed her life, leaving him curious yet clueless about her inner world. As they approached the community, he changed his mind and drove to the chess institute instead. The gatekeeper recognized him as Rose's friend and let him in. He parked his car in front of her apartment feeling regretful; he hadn't prepared what to say to the little mute and didn't want to bring up old grudges. However, he felt heavy-hearted and thought he had to say something to make himself feel better. Whenever he thought about how he wasn't fond of the little mute, malice surged up in him. He sent her a text message asking if she was at the chess academy. He never bulliled the weak, let alone girls, but with her, he felt an uncontrollable malice that grew with her attempts to hide. He saw that her window was still lit after waiting for ten minutes with no reply and decided to go upstairs. Thankfully, the elevator was empty, but he rang the doorbell several times before she answered, looking paler than usual as if she had seen him through the peephole. She opened the door just a crack, peering at him with lowered brows and looking at her feet. Joseph knew she didn't want to see him, but his guilt prevailed, and he tried to touch her head only to have her recoil and slam the door shut. He put his foot at the doorframe, causing her to retreat like a rabbit back into the corner of the wall. With a cold voice, he said, "You are just here. Where else can you run?" She looked at him with panic and vigilance. Joseph now realized that she mistook him as someone here to avenge Isabella and wanting to beat her up. He lamentedmatter how much he lacked patience with her since they were children and wondered if he ever did anything to harm her. He felt a need to break her head open and see what was inside. "Why are you running? I won't hit you!" Joseph felt defeated by Rose's presence. "William told me about your injury. I knew Isabella did it, so I came to see you," he said. Rose was taken aback and looked confused. Joseph was equally perplexed. "Can you give me a glass of water? I've been waiting at the doorwe do for a long time, but you didn't come to open it," he requested. Rose furrowed her eyebrows. She remembered biting Isabella hard, but she couldn't risk not answering the door when Joseph came. If he found out she had bitten someone, he would report it to her brother and disappoint him. She would rather be beaten by Joseph than let her brother down. Relieved to find he wasn't blaming her, she fetched mineral water from the fridge. Joseph took the glass but didn't drink it. He played with the glass in his hand as he looked up at Rose, who was standing in front of him, twisting the hem of her clothes nervously. Joseph tried to suppress his malice towards Rose and offered, "Stop standing and sit down." His tone suddenly became amicable, but Rose felt uneasy and sat as far away from him as possible. Joseph struggled to control the overwhelming malice and asked, "Does ityou, you're still hurt?" Rose stared at him as if he were a ghost and shook her head. Joseph knew it was pointless to inquire further and felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he gazed at Rose, who also had nothing to say. The silence in the room made Rose even more nervous, and she watched as Joseph got up to leave. As she looked down, she scanned her passport and ID on the tea table. She had changed the address on her ID card to that of the Chess Institute. "Are you going out to compete?" Joseph asked. She bit her lip and nodded. He recalled the sensation of her soft and cold hand from the night before but didn't dwell on it. "Where to?" he inquired. Eagerly, Rose whipped out her phone and typed 'Japan' to show him. He was caught off-guard and shrugged. "No wonder. I'm leaving." Rose was thrilled to hear that she would go to Japan but didn't understand what he meant by 'no wonder.' She followed him to the door, where he warned, "You have to answer my call and return my message. If you don't, I'll come and find you." Rose turned pale and glanced back innocently. Her phone was still charging and turned off. Joseph didn't care about this and he didn't want to threaten her, but their relationship had reached a point where no threats seemed to work. With a heavy heart, he stepped out of her house. As soon as he stepped out, the door slammed shut behind him. The malice in Joseph's heart flared up once again. He wantedungrateful. You're nothing more than to rusha white-eyed wolf." Tears streamed down her face, and Joseph smirked. "Who are you crying for? Your brother isn't here, and no one will comfort you." Her sobs only agitated him further. He wished she would just stop crying and be stronger. He saw her as nothing more than a hateful and weak burden, with no human emotions towards her. He was exhausted dealing with such a mute girl. If he stayed any longer, he knew he would be crueler. Joseph left with a swift motion, only to be stopped by her frantic grip on his sleeve. He glared at her coldly. Through her tears, she managed to stammer out a few words. Despite knowing she was apologizing, Joseph didn't feel any better. Thinking he wouldn't understand her words, Rose quickly wrote "I'm sorry" on a blank sheet of paper. But Joseph had already left, not even sparing a glance back. Rose stood there, scared and sad, unsure of what to do. She even questioned whether or not Joseph was right about her being heartless, making her a target of everyone's hatred. Joseph drove away in his car, feeling his anger build until he couldn't take it anymore. He drove down the highway, the cold wind blowing through his lowered window until after an hour, he managed to calm himself down. He felt guilty thinking about the little mute girl crying like that. He regretted his outburst and berated himself for getting emotional over someone whose mental capabilities were not fully developed. Realizing that Rose hadn't changed her dressing yet, he turned his car around and drove back inside and beat her up!to the chess house, where he'd left her earlier. The street lamps outside illuminated the corner through the curtains, and a car started up downstairs. Rose peeked through the curtains and sighed in relief. It was the black SUV, leaving the Chess Institute. Looking at her half-packed luggage, Rose felt a wave of happiness washold man at the door opened the window, glaring at him with suspicion. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Aren't you a nuisance?" "Sorry, Rose is sick. I need to check on her," Joseph explained. The old man opened the door, allowing him entry. Joseph parked in front of the entrance, then handed over her. She was finally going to see her brother after half a year! How much time could she spend with him if she snapped her fingers? Going to the chess competition in Japan was not considered sneaking out, so Louis wouldn't be angry. She went to bed, filled with anticipation and joy. The next morning, before dawn, she laid out her chess equipment and began to play. The Japan tournament was the first world-class individual competition she would participate in, and she was determined to win. She knew that Louis wanted her to emerge triumphant. At nine in the morning, Lola, who was supposed to pick her up and take her to the airport, hadn't showna pack of cigarettes to the old man. "Don't close up yet. Rose called her and Lola answered frantically, "I'm already in the car. I'll be at the Chess Institute in 20 minutes." Rose couldn't help but smile. Lola was probably goingI may have to take Rose to the hospital later," he said. The old man scoffed. "Since she's sick, there isn't much you can do. I've seen you here plenty of times. Who are you to her?" "My sister," Joseph replied. He started his car and drove away, hearing the old man mutter under his breath, "Why is it always him? Isn't Rose's brother the Japanese guy?" The old man had in fact asked the question, but it was clear that he was confused. After explaining it again, Joseph still felt uneasy. He rang the doorbell and waited for the little mute to answer. Her eyes were red from crying, reminiscent of Lin Daiyu's sorrowful gaze. When she saw Joseph, she began to cry again and looked down at her toes. Joseph gently reassured her, "Please don't cry." Rose stepped aside, allowing Joseph to point to her injured arm and explain, "Christopher asked me to take you to get scolded by the deanyour dressing changed." She seemed unsure of what to do, but eventually followed Joseph downstairs. Inside the car on the way to the hospital, Adam was awakened in the middle of the night and was about to complain, saying "It's time to change the medicine. Why did you bring her here? She'll leave a scar." Joseph looked at Rose and replied, "We can't leave a scar." Adam grumbled, "If I knew I was in a hurry, why didn't I go earlier?" Joseph noticed Rose's head lower once again. She sent Lola a message, telling her to wait at the rendezvous point and not come upstairs. She would meet her there. As soon as she put the phone down, there was a knock on the door.
CHATBOT: A Love Forgotten and Renewed: Joseph and the Little Mute girl's Journey.
USER: Think a title for As the little mute slept soundly, Joseph found himself unwilling to disturb her slumber.Rose looked uncomfortable, her hands and feet fidgeting in the spacious car seat. Joseph softened a bit and turned on some music. He knew Adam had a way, and with a sneer, he said, "I can't help having this scar. I won't be able to get married if I look ugly. Isabella still has your teeth marks on her arm." Rose hung her head, while Adam gave Joseph an amused look. "Don't scare the girl," he said. Rose wasn't particularly concerned with marriage or beauty at the moment. Adam added, "Lyu Hong is in the affiliated hospital. I made an appointment for you. Don't forget." Joseph nodded and took Rose downstairs. He saw her trying to sit in the back of the car, but instead, he opened the door of the co-pilot. "Sit in front!" He didn't have to allow her to sit in front, but he was annoyed as she always hid from him. Rose sat obediently. Last night, Joseph had scolded her, and she wasn't sure if she felt at fault or was genuinely afraid of him. She decided to play it safe and stay quiet, but Joseph didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt a sense of embarrassment. The journey was dull and uneventful. Joseph asked Rose, "Do you want to listen to a song?" He didn't expect her to answer as he realized he wasn't prepared with any child-friendly tunes. Rose shook her head, and Joseph could only see her faint outline through the car window. When they reached the neighborhood, Rose recognized Joseph's house. Joseph anticipated her thoughts. "I've bothered the gatekeeper of your chess house several times tonight. I don't want us to keep arguing and get denied entry. I'll stay for the night, and I'll send you back tomorrow morning after taking your medicine." Rose nodded and said thank you in silence. It was already two o'clock in the morning when they arrived at Joseph's house, and Jack the dog jumped on Rose. Joseph intervened. "Go take a shower if you want to get rid of the smell. You'll be using the same room." Joseph's expression turned to one of disgust, causing Rose to blush. She nodded and turned to head up the stairs. "Sleep in the bed. You are not allowed to sleep in the wardrobe," he said firmly, addressing her again from behind. The figure at the corner paused before disappearing, leaving Joseph alone with his thoughts. He felt a strange tenderness towards her that he couldn't quite explain. His phone kept buzzing, but he ignored it, not wanting to break the peaceful silence of the room. Eventually, the ringing stopped. He looked at her, noticing the warmth emanating from her soft fur. It reminded him of William's comment about feeling like a father towards her, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought. After a while, he drifted off to sleep. But he was soon awakened by a persistent knocking at the door. It was Karen, the sight of whom irritated him greatly. Joseph sat there, bored and uninterested in the little mute's interactions with Karen. Finally, he received a call from the dean,more worried for Rose than her own mother, prompting him to wake the littlecall William. "The interview tomorrow morning will be postponed. I have something to attend to." "What is it? You have to film with the group in two days," William questioned. "Don't ask personal matters," Joseph replied, shutting the conversation down and hanging up. After a tiresome day, Joseph went to the upstairs to shower and rest, setting an alarm for 8 am for the following morning. Upon waking up, he found the door to the guest room open, and the bed neatly folded. It was evident that Rose had slept in the bed last night, earning her full marks for obedience. Rose was dressed neatly on the sofa when Joseph went downstairs and opened the refrigerator to find only bread, milk, and instant noodles. He briefly thought about buying coconut juice to offer to the mute to apply her medicine. He nudged her a few times,young girl, but she barely stirred. So he resorted to pulling her upthe thought quickly vanished. Why should he try to win her favor? After eating a breakfast of bread and milk, they headed to the hospital, where Rose had to undergo various examinations. When asked about her experience and the reason why she can't speak, Rose became silent, prompting Joseph's anger, which did not work. Nonetheless, the results of the examinations showed that there was nothing wrong with her. Before leaving the hospital, Doctor Lu advised Joseph to take Rose to see a psychologist since her aphasia was likely caused by her arm. She opened her eyes,psychological trauma. The suggestion had already been given, but quickly fell back to sleep again. In a moment of teasing, he leaned in close to her ear and threatened to kiss her if she didn't wake up. This jolted her into alertness, and she pushed him away before stumbling out of bed and falling to the ground. He grinned at her as she gotJoseph had been hesitant. However, he eventually relented and caught up with a bruised forehead. "You're quite ridiculous," he remarkedRose to escort her to see a psychologist, whom he hoped would help her recover. Although they found a psychologist, Rose refused to reveal what had happened to her, and no one from the Jones family could explain it either. Joseph asked her about it on the way back, but she only responded with, "I don't remember." Her lack of response caused Joseph to become angry and tell her that if she didn't remember, she should remain mute for the rest of her life. Rose retaliated by writing a note on her phone, asking if Joseph could send her back to the chess institute, as the dean had promised to help her change her dressing that night. Joseph didn't respond to her and kept his eyes focused on the road. Rose was seething with anger, and she remained silent until the car pulled up in front of her apartment building. Karen was waiting by her red MINI, and Rose gave a brief nod to Joseph before helping herheading towards her friend. Karen had been anxiously waiting for Rose's message all night, and she breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her. As she looked back to bed. Upon meeting her cautious gaze,towards Joseph's mood soured. "Come here," he commanded.black commercial car, she noticed a handsome young man with cold, penetrating eyes wearing black sunglasses. She clutched her injured armsuspected that he was observing her just as closely. Karen knew that Joseph was a well-known figure in the city, but she was surprised he had come with Rose. She was also aware of Rose's struggles with her family, who seemed to regard her as a burden. Joseph's lack of interest in her scrutiny was evident, as he glanced at Rose and then drove off. "You were with him last night. What happened to your hand?" Karen asked as she examined the bandage on Rose's hand. Rose shook her head, avoiding the topic of her relationship with the Jones family. "It's nothing serious. Are you heading to work?" she asked, trying to change the subject. Karen sensed that Rose was unwilling to discuss the matter further, so she didn't press her. "I don't trust you. Let me come in and have a look before I leave," she insisted. Since returning from Japan, Rose felt like a heavy boulder weighed down her heart, and she yearned to be alone. "I'm fine," she said, hoping to be left alone. Karen noticed that Rose appeared exhausted and her eyes were still puffy from crying, but she didn't want to force her to talk. "If you feel tired, go and get some rest. I'll come back to check on you tonight," she said gently. "I just want to be alone," Rose replied, refusing Karen's offer of company. Karen was worried about Rose, but she felt helpless as her friend closed the door and retreated to the corner, but her glare remained fixed on him, filled with hatred. Joseph couldn't help but recall the night she had bitten Isabella, how she had looked at herself with the same loathing in her eyes. Joseph was a superstar, adored by countless women of all ages. But in that moment, heinto her apartment. She was reminded of the young man, Joseph, who had just left, and she couldn't help but feel bitter and resentful. He had sacrificeduneasy. His agent wasn't known for being trustworthy, and she had a feeling Joseph wasn't much different. Despite his time to stayattractiveness and charm, Karen feared he would only bring trouble, including the vitriol from his fans that could harm Rose's fragile heart. "I wouldn't associate with Joseph if I were you. His fans could drown you in a sea of spittle," she warned Rose. Rose was confused by her side all night, and this was how she repaid him. He walked towards her on his long legs, his face drawn into a thin smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Rose's mind was ravaged by memories of Japan.Karen's warning and wasn't in the mood to discuss it further. She didn't even realize at firstcouldn't understand why Joseph was still helping her despite hating her. She remembered what Uncle Christopher had told her, that she was mute, but the truth cut deep. If only she weren't mute, her brother might accept her. As a result, she despised everyone around her, Joseph included. "I hate you!" she exclaimed, her lips quivering in anger. Joseph paused, startled by her words. He took a moment to realizeUncle Mason had always felt indebted to her since childhood when she had saved him from drowning. Her suspicion grew that she was actually directing her loathing inward. Now he was furious too. He had shown her nothing but kindness, yet she retaliated by glaring at him and sneering. "Who do you hate?" he growled, his intimidating aura permeating the still night air. Rose couldn't help but flinch, realizing the gravity of what she had said. She shrank away and refused to meet his gaze. Joseph knew that Rose had always struggled with self-loathing. Hearing her say it out loud simply added fuel to his own simmering anger. "You hate me, don't you?" he asked her derisively. Rose retreated further into herself, huddling in the corner. This only fueledMason had gone to Joseph again, leading to Joseph's rage further. He searched for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, he noticed a piece of paper on the table, filled with Japanese characters. Rose clung to the windowsill, terrified but anxious to lash out at him once more. Joseph felt a surge of anger, and he forcefully pulled her from the windowsill and dragged her to the desk. Rose tried to bite him again, but he shouted her down. "What do you hate about me?" he demanded. Rose shook her head in terror, unable to put words to her emotions. Joseph's anger grew even hotter, and he pointed forcefully at the paper and pen on the desk. "Write!" he ordered. Rose was too frightened to even attempt it. She shook her head and tried to dodge away. She'd already begun to cry once more, her shoulders heaving with sobs. Joseph's wrath remained unabated. In his mind, Rose was the last person who had any right to resent him. She was ungrateful and selfish, lashing out at him when he had shown her nothing but support. He felt that she was using him as an outlet for all the frustrations she'd suffered in Japan. They were locked in a tense standoff, until Joseph took hold of her shoulders and forced her to face him. Rose was crying openly, a pitiful and helpless sight. Joseph knew what thoughts were going through her head, and he felt a measure of his kindness towards her slip away. "You think that your being mute is the Jones family's fault, don't you?" he asked pointedly. "You think if you could speak, your brother would love you." He commented that she cried even harder, gasping for air as she revealed her innermost thoughts. "If it weren't for my family taking you in for five years, you would have died on the streets. And now, after everything we've done for you, you act like this? Auntie is right, no matter how much we do for you, you're still ungrateful. You're nothing more than a white-eyed wolf." Tears streamed down her face, and Joseph smirked. "Who are you crying for? Your brother isn't here, and no one will comfort you." Her sobs only agitated him further. He wished she would just stop crying and be stronger. He saw her as nothing more than a hateful and weak burden, with no human emotionsgrowing animosity towards her. He was exhausted dealing with such a mute girl. If he stayed any longer, he knew he would be crueler. Joseph left with a swift motion, only to be stopped by her frantic grip on his sleeve. He glared at her coldly. Through her tears, she managed to stammer out a few words. Despite knowing she was apologizing, Joseph didn't feel any better. Thinking he wouldn't understand her words, Rose quickly wrote "I'm sorry" on a blank sheet of paper. But Joseph had alreadyAfter Karen left, not even sparing a glance back. Rose stood there, scared and sad, unsure of what to do. She even questioned whetherRose remembered Joseph's words from the night before. In hindsight, she realized she hadn't said anything wrong and had no intention of causing trouble for the Jones family or not Joseph was right about her being heartless, making her a target of everyone's hatred. Joseph drove away in his car, feeling his anger build until he couldn't take it anymore. He drove down the highway, the cold wind blowing through his lowered window until after an hour, he managed to calm himself down. He felt guilty thinking about the little mute girl crying like that. He regretted his outburst and berated himself for getting emotional over someone whose mental capabilities were not fully developed. Realizing that Rose hadn't changed her dressing yet, he turned his car around and drove back to the chess house, where he'd left her earlier. The old man at the door opened the window, glaring at him with suspicion. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Aren't you a nuisance?" "Sorry, Rose is sick. I need to check on her," Joseph explained. The old man opened the door, allowing him entry. Joseph parked in front of the entrance, then handed over a pack of cigarettes to the old man. "Don't close up yet. I may have to take Rose to the hospital later," he said. The old man scoffed. "Since she's sick, there isn't much you can do. I've seen you here plenty of times. Who are you to her?" "My sister," Joseph replied. He started his car and drove away, hearing the old man mutter under his breath, "Why is it always him? Isn't Rose's brother the Japanese guy?" The old man had in fact asked the question, but it was clear that he was confused.Joseph. After explaining it again, Joseph still felt uneasy. He rang the doorbell and waited for the little mute to answer. Her eyes were red from crying, reminiscent of Lin Daiyu's sorrowful gaze. When she saw Joseph, she began to cry again and looked down at her toes. Joseph gently reassured her, "Please don't cry." Rose stepped aside, allowing Joseph to point to her injured arm and explain, "Christopher asked me to take you to get your dressing changed." She seemed unsure of what to do, but eventually followed Joseph downstairs. Inside the car on the way to the hospital, Adam was awakened in the middle of the night and was about to complain, saying "It's time to change the medicine. Why did you bring her here? She'll leave a scar." Joseph looked at Rose and replied, "We can't leave a scar." Adam grumbled, "If I knew I was in a hurry, why didn't I go earlier?" Joseph noticed Rose's head lower once again.deep thought, she sent a message to Jos
CHATBOT: eph, apologizing for anything she may have done to upset him and expressing her gratitude for his help. She didn't know if he would respond, but she felt better having expressed her feelings. Days passed, and Rose's routine at the chess institute resumed. She was mindful of Joseph's warning that she might not be able to continue with chess training, but she refused to let his words deter her. She practiced every day, and her skills continued to improve. Her dedication did not go unnoticed, and the dean of the institute offered to sponsor her in upcoming tournaments. Rose was grateful for the opportunity but knew it would take more than just skill to succeed. She needed confidence, and that was something she lacked. Whenever she thought about the upcoming competition, her anxiety kicked in, and she felt overwhelmed. One day, Joseph surprised her by showing up at the institute. Rose was surprised to see him, but he ignored her and headed straight for the dean's office. She followed behind, curious about what he was there for. Joseph's conversation with the dean was brief but intense. He emphasized that he wanted Rose to succeed and would provide her with any support she needed. He offered her guidance, access to his resources, and even promised to accompany her to tournaments. He left Rose feeling grateful but also confused. Why was he helping her? Over the next few weeks, Joseph kept his promise. He accompanied her to practice sessions, provided her with equipment, and even paid for her accommodations during tournaments. Rose was grateful for his help but still felt uneasy. She wondered why he was investing so much in her when he clearly disliked her. One day, she worked up the courage to ask him. "Why are you doing this for me? You hate me, don't you?" Joseph looked at her, his face expressionless. "I don't hate you. That was just my way of expressing frustration." Rose was surprised. She realized that she had been mistaken about Joseph. Despite his stern demeanor, he cared about her success. She felt grateful and even a little happy. As they continued to work together, Rose realized it wasn't just about the tournament. She was growing confident, and her thoughts of being a burden to others began to fade. Joseph had given her the gift of self-esteem, and that was priceless. In the end, Rose went on to win the tournament, surprising everyone, including herself. When she returned to the institute, Joseph was there to greet her. She looked at him, feeling a s...