"Father..." the little girl's choked voice sounded, driving Han Jun back to reality. "Won't you agree?" she asked.
Han Jun looked at the girl with multicolored hair, which was similar to the man in his dream. "Hum... little girl, I'm not your father, okay? You made a mistake," he said.
The little girl raised her head and stared at Han Jun with a pitiful expression. She said nothing, but her expression conveyed all her feelings. She looked more like an abandoned child, and two drops of strange tears escaped her eyes.
"Why... why are you crying?" Han Jun asked in shock, but the little girl didn't reply. "Forget it, she's just a little girl anyway. Let's bear with it until I find her parents. Perhaps I will have the chance to meet that man too. If that happens, then all my mysteries would be solved," he thought to himself. "Don't... don't cry anymore, okay? Stop crying," Han Jun consoled her.
