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The sun slowly sets and darkness comes.

The crowds that had been filling up every corner of the city slowly began to gather in one place.

Times Square.

The area around the intersection of Broadway and 7th Avenue is filled with crowds of people coming to welcome the New Year and police surrounding the area for safety, leaving no room to step.

Six o’clock in the afternoon came like that.

The faces of those who arrived early to secure a good spot for the event that had finally begun began to brighten.

We were looking down on all that spectacle from the rooftop of a building.

“Wow… there are so many people.”

So many people that it makes you stick your tongue out.

Famous singers come up on stage to liven up their excitement.

“Oh, I know that guy!”

“You have to know him. He’s a very famous singer.”

“Oh… , you’re that famous? I only knew your face.”

A deep sense of anxiety is felt in the warm conversation shared while looking down at the singers who are passionately singing and dancing on stage, sweating profusely.

The conversation, which was held as if nothing happened, was intended to relieve some of that anxiety and tension.

A huge festival that should remain as a happy memory in everyone’s memories.

Because we know what happens in the end.

“I guess everyone is nervous.”

Han Ju-yeon sits down next to me, perched on the rooftop railing.

Unlike the other guys who were very nervous, there was no tension on her face.

He really must be a great guy.

Even I am very nervous about this, but what makes this guy so calm?

“… Jooyeon, aren’t you nervous?”

“It doesn’t work?”

Jooyeon answered my question without any hesitation and whispered in my ear.

“I am sure that everything my brother-in-law does will turn out well.”

“… … .”

Is it a heavy trust that does not waver even when a typhoon blows?

Or is it just blind faith that doesn’t even notice that my entire body is burning?

When you are tilting your head at a problem that is difficult to easily figure out.

“It doesn’t matter if I fail.”

“It doesn’t matter?”

More incomprehensible whispers shake my mind.

It doesn’t matter if you fail.

There’s a lot at stake in this operation.

At least tens of thousands of lives.

In a big way, it even affects the fate of the world.

But it doesn’t matter if the operation fails?

“If the operation fails, we’re all going to die anyway, right?”

“… I guess so.”

Most likely, that will happen.

It’s known that I’m a traitor, and he’s never the type to leave any regrets.

“I’m not noble enough to worry about the world after I die. No, actually, I wouldn’t have done this if my brother-in-law hadn’t suggested it.”

I know.

The fact that Jooyeon is working so hard is entirely because of me.

So I feel very sorry.

In a way, I’m using this guy’s mind.

As I lowered my head slightly without realizing it, Jooyeon’s hand reached out and cupped my face.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, brother-in-law. I’ve never once been forced to do anything because of you. It’s just that the path you take is my path. That’s why I said it didn’t matter if the operation failed.”

The guy who had been trailing off for a moment continued speaking with an even redder face.

“Dying with my brother-in-law on the same day… that’s also one of my wishes♥”

“Uh, um.”

Sweet, yet somewhat murderous.

I feel sorry and sorry for the country because it seems like it can’t live its life properly because it’s blinded by people, but on the other hand, I feel proud because it seems like it’s living its life more faithfully than anyone else.

It’s impossible to know which one is real, not even she knows, but one thing is certain.

“If that makes you happy, then that’s fine.”

I can accept both sweet whispers and brutal confessions.

If it makes her happy.

“Hehe, brother-in-law… ♥”

Jooyeon, who was smiling brightly and secretly leaning her face against my chest.

But that was only for a moment.

“Ah, Sister! What are you doing!”

Shin Yu-jeong, who had been chatting with other kids just a moment ago, rushes over and pulls Joo-yeon’s face away from my chest.

The atmosphere becomes heavy in an instant.

“Sister, I’ve been holding it in all this time, but I think I have to say it now.”

“What is it? Tell me.”

“You like him too, right? ”

“Yeah, that’s right. You too.”

“Yeah. So let’s make sure to mention this one thing.”

“Tell me.”

The guy took a deep breath, pointed to my chest with his thumb, and declared confidently.

“I’m the real one.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

No one was able to open their mouths at Shin Yu-jeong’s remarks that showed a twisted sense of common sense.

* * *

Time goes by.

If you let your guard down for a moment, it will stride forward, then forward again.

It’s already been three years.

Son Seo-yeon thought as she watched Shin Yu-jeong, who showed her misaligned affection by saying that she was the real one, and Han Ju-yeon, who responded after a while that she wouldn’t give it up easily.

‘Everyone… was ahead of me.’

Time is given equally to everyone.

But she couldn’t even take a proper step.

But it seems like other people were taking steps and moving forward in their own ways.

Shin Yoo-jeong and Han Ju-yeon too.

Not only that, Im Na-eun and Elena also seemed to have similar feelings, although they didn’t say anything.

“… … .”

A sudden sense of alienation made my side ache.

I thought we were all on the same line, but no.

He was the only one who was far behind, stamping his feet without even being able to walk properly.

When I realized the truth, it took my breath away.

‘I want to follow you.’

It was really strange.

Even though I already know that many people like it, I feel like I want to follow it instead of giving up.

But she still doesn’t know.

‘What should I do?’

How to approach a guy.

I searched the Internet several times, but all I found were things I was unfamiliar with.

But now I realize that it is not the time to even be concerned about such things.

‘We can’t be late any longer.’

I started feeling impatient.

I had an ominous feeling that if I delayed any longer, I would just stand there blankly, unable to do anything.

Even the horns of a cow can be pulled out in one go.

Son Seo-yeon approaches Kim Do-jin, who is far away, pushed by Shin Yu-jeong and Han Ju-yeon.

“There, there.”

“Why, senior?”

“Can I sit next to you…?”

“… … .”

Kim Do-jin, who had been looking up at her with a blank expression for a moment, nods his head.

“Yeah, well, okay.”

“… Thank you!”

Son Seo-yeon sits down with her butt pressed against the wall as soon as permission is given.

The scent of his body sitting next to me tickles my nose.

‘Ah… it smells good.’

A smell that is familiar yet unfamiliar.

It felt like another scent mixed with the smell I used to get when I was carried on my father’s back when I was very young.

“I love it so much… ♥”

Kim Do-jin was startled by the words that came out naturally because it was so good.

I don’t know exactly what’s good, but let’s just get away from it for a bit.

When he felt a sense of crisis and tried to sneak away, Son Seo-yeon followed him.

I tried moving the seat a few times, but the result was the same.

No, on the contrary, I was cornered.

“Why… , you keep moving away… ? You don’t like me sitting next to you… ?”

“No.”

It’s foul play.

If you make a pitiful expression with tears in your eyes, isn’t that foul play?

‘That’s a habit too, really.’

It was a sight I used to see often.

If she wasn’t bought the snack she wanted or if she wasn’t carried around, little Son Seo-yeon would always make that kind of expression.

-“Dad…, I don’t like Seoyeon…?”

With just those words, he fell apart.

Isn’t it different now?

no.

This is not a problem he can overcome by his own will.

“Please, lighten your expression, it’s not because you hate your senior.”

“Really…?”

“Yes, I swear.”

“Thank goodness… .”

It was a matter of the soul.

There is no way to overcome it unless you fall into a coin addiction or have your soul eaten away by gluttony and your personality changed.

I wonder if I raised him too harshly, but there was nothing I could do at the time.

Because Seoyeon was so sick when she was young.

Every doctor he visited told him that it would be difficult for him to survive past adulthood, so you can imagine how he must have felt.

In the end, Kim Do-jin took a step back and left her by his side.

“Ugh… .”

Son Seo-yeon quietly inhales her breath next to the person she has finally taken possession of.

His scent steadily filled her empty heart without her knowing it.

To survive as Son Seo-yeon, not as Son Si-woo and Han Joo-hee’s daughter.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t escape the shadows of those two people, so I despaired and grew afraid that I might end up resenting my parents, so I drifted away from them and my heart became empty.

And that mind fostered one wish.

‘I want to get married.’

I don’t feel any interest or affection for other men.

That’s always the only thing that makes my heart flutter even though it’s not moving at all.

She was sure.

‘This is… destiny.’

Otherwise, there is no way to explain this feeling.

Thinking about it like that, I felt depressed.

I feel like I need to somehow express the feelings I have been holding in my chest through words to feel better.

But I held on tight.

‘Not now.’

Even if you confess, you shouldn’t do it now.

Living with him is ultimately only possible if this world is perfect.

First, focus on work.

At the same time, I made a pledge.

‘I’ll confess when this is over.’

I decided to express my feelings that I have been hiding until now.

In order to do that, this operation must be successful.

At a time when my mind, which had become extremely loose, was sharper and more firm than ever.

The number 60 appeared on a giant electronic board attached to the building.

“Starts.”

Kim Do-jin’s sharp gaze pierced through the dazzling city.