“How long has Sunwoo been here in this house?”
“Well… it’s been about a month and a half.”
“But why isn’t he leaving and celebrating a meal? What happened to the guy who was determined to leave no matter what?”
At Seokhee’s words, Sanchoen whispered.
“It seems like Young Lady wants to stay at her family’s house more.”
“You wretched guy.”
Seokhee clenched his tongue and spread the newspaper tightly. Sanchoen laughed quietly, covering her mouth.
“The professor seems to be living a very busy life.”
“Living like that with a busy brigade, you’ll find a bond that wasn’t there.”
Sanchoen turned her head and looked at the wide-open garden outside the courtyard. The rain that had been falling since yesterday had momentarily stopped, and the view of the garden reflected on the clean glass was even more vivid.
“Even though only one person came into the house, the atmosphere has changed like this.”
Seokhee knew very well why he had created this courtyard, and why he liked it.
“Do you want to see it again? The sight of the children running around in this garden.”
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[Happy birthday, Eunjae, Dad.] The voice that flowed out made time stop, and it seemed like all movements came to a halt.Even the flowing air, and all the dust floating in it, seemed to have stopped.
It was a voice that I thought I had forgotten.
As time passes, scenes that had faded away like a discolored photo naturally revive vividly, as if defying time.
In a photo that seemed black and white, colors vividly blossom.
Scenes such as my father’s face, gently stroking my head just before falling asleep, the soft whispers that spoke to me, or the warm touch when handing me a doll.
Eunjae’s enlarged eyes, as if unbelievably, turned towards Sunwoo.
“What… What did you press?”
It was a fact that I had for a long time but didn’t know. Eunjae snatched the teddy bear that Sunwoo was holding and examined it thoroughly.
“It seems the button doesn’t press well because it’s been a while. The battery is miraculously alive. It’s fascinating.”
After watching Eunjae fumble for a while without finding the button, Sunwoo, remembering a certain memory, chuckled.
“Anyway, you’re good at fumbling, but you can’t find it.”
When Sunwoo pulled Eunjae’s finger to the side where the button was, something finally popped out at the tip of the finger.
Once it touched my hand, I couldn’t muster the courage to press it. I couldn’t find the courage to listen again.
I wanted to hear it, but I didn’t want to. Contradictory emotions continued to emerge and then faded away.
If I heard that voice again, I felt I wouldn’t be able to hold back my tears, which had been pressed deep into my chest every time I wanted to cry.
Eunjae continued to touch the button with trembling fingertips, confirming its location.
Sunwoo, lying on the bed just like that, spoke.
“So, the reason you emphasized those words was for this. Samgyetang should be eaten from the inside.”
Finally pulling Eunjae to lie beside him, Sunwoo looked at her disheveled hair with a gentle smile. Then, he gazed into her moist eyes, smiling warmly.
“Press it again.”
“…….”
“You want to hear it, right?”
At Sunwoo’s words, Eunjae nodded slightly.
“No.”
“Why.”
“I feel like I want to forgive.”
Because my heart might weaken.
“I still don’t want to forgive.”
Because I might want to see.
What does that message mean? What does that voice mean? I disliked the fact that I was swaying just because of that.
“I don’t hate you even now.”
“I hate you. How did I live because of Dad?”
“A person who treasures the thing given by someone they hate.”
“…….”
“On that night, coming to find the keyring in front of our house.”
Smiling, Sunwoo gently stroked Eunjae’s eyebrow and said.
“You used to say that before. That you resemble Dad.”
“…….”
“I can tell just by hearing the voice. It seems like he was a really good person.”
Thinking about it, it seems I’ve always been like this. When I recall my dad, the first thing that comes to mind is the pain and sadness.
Perhaps the words of resentment he mentioned were just words. On the other hand, the longing and the desire to see him again might have been stronger.
It was the same when I was young. Even though I hated the dad who left us, I could forgive him because I wanted Dad to come back home.
It’s still the same now.
Because it was something my dad used to say, I felt a sense of guilt for realizing the meaning of the words I had taken lightly too late.
Still, for a while, he loved me very much, and he was someone I loved so much.
He is my dad, and that fact won’t change.
As things have improved a bit, did I forget the difficulties I faced because of Dad?
Like a fool.
As always, Sunwoo silently stood by Eunjae’s side without saying a word, and Eunjae quietly leaned on Sunwoo’s chest. Sunwoo hugged Eunjae tightly into his arms.
“Why don’t you say anything?”
“What kind of words?”
“Words of comfort.”
“I don’t think I can dare to comfort you.”
And then he said.
That sometimes just holding like this could be a comfort.
Come to think of it, that was true. I had already received enough comfort in his warm embrace. And I gained courage.
Eunjae quietly looked down at the teddy bear from which her father’s voice flowed, took a deep breath, and then bravely pressed the button again.
Whenever I hear it, my father’s affectionate voice flows like a melody. Whether it’s longing or resentment, I couldn’t exactly distinguish, making the bridge of my nose tingle and shaking my pupils.
I want to ask.
Why did you abandon us and run away like that? Why didn’t you make a single call for such a long time?
Because of the debts my dad left behind, I went through a terrifying and difficult time, but where were you and what were you doing?
Yet, I still want to ask.
The wounds you gave us in the name of being a dad. The times we had to hate you so much.
I want to ask again.
If only I could hear the answer in that voice, the gentle and affectionate voice from a little while ago.
I sometimes thought of my dad, did my dad also think of me?
Sometimes, because of my dad, I cried, did my dad ever cry because of me?
Sometimes, I wanted to see my dad.
Did my dad want to see me too?
Sometimes, very rarely.
Did he want to see me?
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
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