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Chapter 512 A Small World (Part 2)

“My dad told me that if I missed him, I should wind up the music box. As soon as the music started playing, it meant that he, who was far away in New York, had received my message.”

Yu-jin stepped aside to make way for the brother and sister who were chasing and playing, her gentle smile as if she were looking at them, and also as if she were looking at herself eighteen years ago.

“Dad also told me that the children on the music box grow a little bigger every time they go around, and I grow a little bigger too. He told me to grow up quickly so that the three of us could live in the pink castle inside the crystal ball and stay together forever.”

“From then on, the first thing I do every morning when I wake up is to carefully pick up the music box from the bedside table and wipe it with a towel until there is not a speck of dust left.”

"Then comes the winding up. Winding up is my most solemn ritual. I always hold my breath, pinch the key with my little fingers, one turn, two turns, three turns... I count carefully, as if each extra turn will make my singing travel further, all the way to New York across the ocean."

“I firmly believe that my father can hear me. So, when the song plays, I whisper my secrets to the crystal ball…”

"Dad, I learned how to write my own name today."

"I ate all the vegetables that Grandma cooked for me."

I miss you a little... just a tiny bit.

“And every time Dad has time to call home, the first thing he always says to me is: Youzhen, I received all the messages you sent me. There are so many, I'll listen to them slowly. Although he has never told me how many messages he received or whether he actually listened to them, I still firmly believe that the crystal ball can transmit sound.”

“Every time ‘It’s a Small World’ plays, it’s the closest moment between my dad and me, no matter how far apart we are.”

"Uncle... he's quite romantic." Han Yi murmured as he moved forward with the queue. "Actually, I think he's really good to you. Of course, you were also incredibly cute when you were little. I'm not kidding, just from your description, I can imagine how lovable you were back then, and how much your father worried about you."

"The relationship between you two, father and daughter, and your interactions... I don't know how many people envy you."

"It's not as bad as I told you before, right?" Yoojin raised one eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"I didn't say that," Han Yi said, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture, just like Little Jerry.

"I know what you mean even if you don't say it." Zhao Youzhen wrinkled her nose playfully at him. "People change. The thirty-year-old you and the fifty-year-old you, with twenty years of experience and hardship, can you really be the same person?"

"Back then, he and I probably had a father-daughter relationship that many people envied, but that doesn't mean we can maintain that kind of relationship now."

"Makes sense."

Han Yi had no objection to this theory. In fact, he was significantly different today from the man he was on the day he was reborn.

The reshaping of values ​​and priorities, the upgrading of cognition and thinking patterns, the transformation of social roles and personal responsibilities... A person who is always progressing will encounter a brand new version of themselves every day.

"At 28, Zhao Yongzhe must have loved his daughter very much and must have dreamed of a warm and peaceful life for the family of three in the United States after bringing his daughter to New York. But at 33, Zhao Yongzhe has evolved into a more formidable version that he could never have predicted five years ago."

At this point, Youzhen grabbed Han Yi's left hand, turned his palm up, and used her index finger to trace the intricate lines on his palm.

“Zhao Yongzhe, at the age of thirty-three, was too outstanding. He had accumulated a large number of clients, especially those from South Korea, in just five years. So, that year, Milbank transferred him back to Seoul to serve as the managing partner of the South Korean branch.”

"And then he took you to Seoul?"

"Ah."

"Isn't that even better? His career is on the rise, and your family is reunited, all in your own country, without having to travel across the ocean. How lucky you are!" "That's what I thought at first too. My grandma and I were brought to Seoul by my dad. I was so excited on the day we moved. I kept turning that music box the whole way, and my grandma got tired of it, but I still couldn't get enough of it. I thought it was the music box that was working its magic, and that my wish to live with my parents forever would come true. So, on that day, every time the music box played 'It's a Small World,' I would put my hands together, raise them above my head, and sincerely say thank you to it."

"You were so well-behaved when you were little, Youzhen... oh my god." Han Yi covered his chest with one hand, his tone exaggerated, "If I met you when you were little now, I would kiss your little face until it was swollen."

Don't you want to kiss me now?

Yuzhen really wanted to ask that, but even if she wanted to be direct, she wasn't thick-skinned enough. After all, she was a girl, and she couldn't be too forward.

Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, the Korean girl finally managed to say, "If I had met you now when I was a child, I would definitely have run far away... I wouldn't play with a pervert."

"So people really do change." Han Yi clicked his tongue twice. "Look, after growing up, he not only likes to play with perverts, but also likes to play with perverts' hands."

"Who likes to play with your hands?"

Youzhen feigned disgust and scoffed, about to throw Han Yi's hand away, but the latter, who was already prepared, grabbed it back and held it tightly.

"Help! A pervert is grabbing my hand."

"Then why don't you struggle?"

Han Yi looked at Youzhen, who verbally resisted but didn't move an inch, obediently letting him do whatever he wanted, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

“I’m not very strong, I can’t beat you.” Zhao Youzhen blinked her peach blossom eyes and said seriously, “But I did ask for help.”

Where is the seriousness?

Listen: Help!

Youzhen shouted those three words in a volume that even Han Yi could barely hear—yes, surrounded by American tourists, and she was speaking Chinese—then she sighed dejectedly, pouted, and said reluctantly:

"Nobody's going to save me. Go ahead and pull me if you want, there's nothing I can do."

"you……"

In Han Yi's eyes, Youzhen's appearance at this moment was extremely cute and charming. It was the most genuine, pure, and heartwarming daughterly demeanor that he had never imagined he would see in her before.

Tell me, the icy beauty who made me shudder and feel intimidated when we first met was actually this soft, sweet little cake who could melt your heart with every move.

This is too...

With his blood sugar levels skyrocketing, Han Yi finally understood the dizzy, blissful feeling he had when Zhao Youzhen first went out to eat with him.

His thinking was blocked, and he temporarily lost the ability to suppress his physical instincts and primal urges.

So, disregarding the occasion and the consequences, Han Yi couldn't help but lean over and press his lips to the place he most wanted to be at that moment.

(End of this chapter)