“Từ khi nào em đẩy tôi ra xa, và chúng ta không còn là chúng ta nữa. Từ khi nào câu hỏi mọc lên không còn chỗ chứa, và tôi mệt mỏi giữ chúng lặng im. Tôi nhìn những vết đinh ghim, còn sót lại sau dãy ảnh hạnh phúc. Tôi đã gặp và yêu em đúng lúc, còn em kết thúc chỉ có một mình. Nếu tình yêu là cuộc viễn chinh, em đã chiến thắng còn tôi có tất cả mà tay trắng cô đơn.”
Han Lue was never one to be pegged as a family man. Many people had thought he’d continue on his life sleeping around, mourning the loss of his deceased lover, but the exact opposite had happened. He managed to fall in love again, married, and even had a child with the woman of his dreams. You.
The soft whines from the child in his arms had brought from his thoughts, and he glanced down to see his son reaching for the keys that sat on the table. He grinned at the sight of his son, and didn’t waste a second to hand the child the set of keys.
His son, an exact replica of himself, gave his father a one tooth grin before shaking them in front of his face. Han knew exactly what he was trying to say.
“Don’t you dare,” you warned from your spot beside the two, “The last time you took him on a ride you ended up racing.”
Han rolled his eyes and met your gaze, “He’s the son of a drifter. Racing is in his blood. Isn’t that right buddy?” he cooed, receiving an excited squeal from the boy. He looked at you with his infamous smirk and a raised eyebrow.
You laughed at his antics, moving to grab your son out of his arms. “How do you even drift with a car seat in the back?” you asked.
“I mean, women are attracted to a man with a baby.” he responded teasingly, only getting himself a slap to the chest. He watched as you got up from the couch, carrying your son into the kitchen. He scanned your body, that he still found to be perfect after all these years.
In the new silence, he found himself thinking back on his life. Everything he’d gained. everything he’d lost. But as he thought hard, in a penthouse in the middle of Tokyo. He realized that he didn’t regret a thing that happened to him. His life was finally perfect.