The baby, who had committed a crime, was sitting at the desk and reflecting on his actions.
“Do you think I will just let it go quietly because you are acting so respectable, you troublemaker?”
As she turned her shoulder to talk to him,
“Ugh… Teacher.”
His tightly bitten lips burst, and the tears he had been holding back seeped out.
“Huh, are you crying right now? Are you scared because you’re afraid I might tell your father?”
Tears like chicken poop fell drop by drop from his shaking head onto the desk.
“No. I was really scared thinking that you might die because of me. Ugh….”
“What scared you?”
When was it when you dropped me into the water to give me a headache?
Hyo Jin blinked, not knowing if it was a joke or not.
“I’m really sorry. I thought you really knew how to swim.”
Hueong. Seeing her safe, Seung Yul cried even more out of relief.
“Hey, why are you crying so much? People outside might think you’re crying because I scolded you. Stop crying.”
“Even so, when I think about how you almost died earlier, I can’t stop crying. No matter how much I try to stop, the tears won’t stop. Huk… Ugh.”
The gaze looking at her soaked in tears was pitiful enough to make her question if this was the same young master who had been sitting on top of her head and acting as he pleased all this time.
“What would you do if you jumped into the water too? You should ask for help from the adults around you and wait. Do you understand?”
“I don’t want to. What if you die while doing that? Ugh.”
Ha, kid. What’s this? Is this supposed to be touching?
“Both the guppy and the puppy died because of me. I was trying to do well.”
“Guppy? Who’s a guppy?”
“A tropical fish.”
“Tropical fish? Why did it die?”
“I gave the guppy a lot of food because I thought it might be hungry.”
But the feed contaminated the water and blocked the oxygen, so when I returned from school, I saw it floating around as a corpse.
It was the same when the puppy died.
“I gave the puppy chicken because I liked it.”
She never thought it would die in front of her while eating that chicken.
“I want to do good, but I keep becoming a bad kid. I want to be a good kid. Ugh.”
Seung Yul wiped his tearful eyes with his elbow again.
“Hey, what will happen if you keep rubbing it like that.”
Hyo Jin grimaced and took out a tissue to dab at his tearsoaked eyes.
“It must sting.”
Hyo Jin, who had bent her knees to meet his eye level, pouted her round lips and blew on it.
“It’s okay. You just need to be a good kid from now on.”
Seung Yul blinked his teary eyes at Hyo Jin.
“Can I become a good kid too? I don’t have a mother and I was raised by my grandmother.”
“What?”
“People say that. They say it’s because I don’t have a mother. If I had a mother, I would have been a good kid.”
Ha, Hyo Jin was speechless.
“So you need a mother? Because you want to be a good kid?”
“A mother would want me to be a good kid.”
Seung Yul said with a sullen look, blinking his gloomy eyes.
“How do you know that?”
I heard that his mother passed away as soon as he was born from the professor. Wasn’t that so?
“I read a diary written by my mother when I came to Korea.”
“Really?”
When Seung Yul returned from school, he immediately went up to the second floor where his mother’s painting room was, opened the firmly closed door, and greeted her.
‘I’m back from school!’
When I took a deep breath, the smell of the paint my mother used seeped deep into my lungs.
‘Yul Ah. Today, Dad and I went to the hospital and saw a 3D ultrasound photo. When the doctor put the ultrasound machine on my stomach, you raised your hand and waved at me and Dad. Like saying, “Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!” They say even with 3D ultrasounds, often the baby doesn’t show their face, and you can only see their back, but I was so happy to see your face. I’m already imagining the days when I’ll hold you in my arms and kiss you after you’re born.’
As I read my mother’s prenatal diary, at some point it felt as if my mother had come close and given me a gentle kiss on the cheek that brought tears to my eyes.
‘I wish you could be a good person. I don’t need anything else.’
‘Dad says what’s the point of being good in this harsh world, but what’s wrong with being good? It’s the people who take advantage of kindness that are bad.’
Compared to the blunt and strict dad, the mom was very kind and warm.
“But why is it a secret from dad?”
Suddenly, Hyo Jin was curious.
“Dad isn’t my mom.”
“……?”
The day when I fell asleep reading a book on my mother’s lap.
The nursing home was turned upside down.
The police, who were dispatched after receiving a report that the child was missing, found the child sleeping in a dark closet. Although Seung Yul told his dad that he had seen his mother, he was no longer able to read the diary written by his mother.
Even when he entered his mother’s studio, he could no longer hear his mother’s voice welcoming him.
“I clearly saw mom, but dad says I was mistaken. I’m her son, there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize my mom.”
Hyo Jin reached out and touched the cheek of the crying child.
“So, that’s why you didn’t tell Dad? I’m sorry. I didn’t even know that.”
She felt ashamed and regretful of her past self, who had unfairly attacked Dad’s reputation.
“Truth be told, I didn’t want to become this kind of teacher either.”
I wanted to be a good teacher as well.
“How can I become a good kid?”
Seung Yul looked at Hyo Jin through tearfilled eyes.
“Mom wants me to be a good kid. But I don’t know how to do it. I also want to be a good kid.”
“……Should we try it together, then?”
The words that came from the heart made the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes fall, and a gentle smile spread across Hyo Jin’s face.
“The good thing you mentioned.”
I’ll help you become a good kid.
I’ll be your mom.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
