"Mom, look... there's such a handsome big brother up ahead! I want a big brother like that. Please give me a brother too!"
On the bustling street, the little girl suddenly spotted a dashing, beautiful man sitting on a nearby bench. Though she did not yet understand what admiration or love was, she instinctively liked that exceptionally handsome "man."
Tugging on her mother's hand, she wanted her to give birth to a brother just as good-looking.
"Nami, a brother is someone older than you. Even if Mommy has another baby... it would only be your little brother."
Hearing her daughter's words, the mother looked somewhat helpless. What did she mean, give birth to a handsome older brother? It should be a little brother...
Still, her cheeks reddened slightly. She really had been thinking about having another child lately.
"Then, Mommy, please give me a little brother as handsome as that big brother!"
Little Nami seemed to understand and changed her wording.
"..."
Her mother was a little helpless. What did she mean, help her give birth to a little brother?
Still, she was quite curious about what kind of young man could make her daughter like him so much. Looking in the direction her daughter had indicated, her gaze passed through the crowd ahead and landed on the man sitting on the bench.
He was a man one could never forget after a single glance. Gray hair, emerald eyes, and long gray hair tied into a ponytail—unlike most men, for whom long hair looked out of place, it instead gave him an air of refined elegance.
He wore a pair of black glasses, adding a touch of mature composure.
His immaculate white formal suit made it seem as though she did not belong here at all, but rather at a