It's a lovely story with just the right balance of fluff and angst—at least in the beginning. The first half sets up a compelling romance with a strong backstory for the main leads, making it feel like we were in for a deep, meaningful love story. But somewhere along the way, it completely lost its footing. The second half felt like it was written by an entirely different person, with how disjointed and rushed it was.
The author did a great job initially, introducing the characters’ situations and past traumas in a way that made them feel real and layered. But then, those very issues were brushed aside as if mental illness was just a minor inconvenience, like love alone could magically fix everything. Within three weeks of being together, the leads were already declaring their undying love and promising forever, and I couldn't help but laugh. It suddenly started reading like a bad fanfic
And speaking of fanfic, the smut felt out of place. I usually enjoy well-written spice, but I found myself skimming through these scenes because they made me uncomfortable. The daddy kink, in particular, didn’t fit the tone of the story at all. I was hoping for sweet, intimate moments that aligned with the emotional buildup, not something that felt ripped straight out of an AO3 tag search.
the story lacked depth. The chemistry and tension that had so much potential early on just fizzled out. The one thing I genuinely enjoyed was MC’s interactions with Bubu. those moments were adorable. I also appreciated how misunderstandings were handled maturely, without unnecessary drama.
Overall, It was a below-average read. I didn’t love it or hate it. I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re desperate for something to read.