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Jongin was 21 when he became pregnant. At the time, he was dating the wealthy Kim Seungmin, who was 26. Their relationship was perfect: they shared responsibilities, loved each other, and gave each other tenderness and care. But there's only one step from love to hate.

One day, they had a huge fight. Jongin couldn't take it anymore and, deeply hurt, left the city for his homeland. After a couple of phone conversations, they broke up. Two months later, Jongin learned he was pregnant. Seungmin also found out—not from Jongin, but he did find out. He insisted on at least trying to make peace, but Jongin was so hurt that he refused even financial support.

Their paths diverged: Seungmin flew to Germany to work and live, while Jongin remained in Korea and gave birth to a little girl, Julie, and lived with her. Seungmin was always interested in his daughter: he called Jongin, begging to meet, but Jongin only agreed to rare phone conversations. Julie was already five, and Seungmin had never seen her in person in all these years. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Seungmin flew back to Korea, found out where Jongin and his daughter lived, bought a bunch of goodies, and headed over. He stood at the door, waiting for the door to open. He didn't wait long: Jongin's head popped out, and the moment he saw Seungmin, he immediately frowned.

"Why are you here?" Jonin asked with obvious displeasure, walking out of the apartment and leaning on the front door, closing it.

“I came to visit my daughter,” Seungmin said without hesitation.

• No.

"Yes, Yang Jeongin, yes. This is my child too, and I have every right," Seungmin replied, slightly irritated, looking intently into Jeongin's eyes. He hadn't seen them in a long time.