Model worker and his little darling

Feeling someone touching his face, Pingqing felt a little itchy and slowly opened his eyes. This room was not a place he was familiar with.

She found herself lying on Gin's lap, slowly propped herself up, and saw Gin looking at her.

For some reason, Pingqing felt very wronged and wanted to cry, so he threw himself into Gin's arms and took a deep breath. It was Gin's scent, the scent from his memory.

Gin froze completely, the person in his arms holding him tightly. Helpless, Gin had no choice but to reach out and wrap his arms around Hirai.

It took a while for Hirakiyo to realize that Gin was completely stiff.

Oops! He forgot that he's no longer a two or three-year-old child and can't just jump into someone's arms like that.

Besides, what's the point of them, two grown men, hugging each other like that?

Hmm? Why does it smell faintly of blood?

Damn it, I forgot Gin is still injured.

Pingqing immediately left Gin's embrace and looked at Gin with concern: "How is your injury?"

Gin pulled his hand back: "It's nothing."

Heiji noticed something was wrong with Gin's hand. He pulled it over and saw that it was covered in blood. He then looked at his own hand, which was also covered in blood.

Hirai stared at Gin in shock. He was the one who did all of this!

It turns out that the hand that gave him strength in his dream was Gin's hand.

He deserves to die.

Pingqing jumped out of bed, intending to find the first-aid kit, but he realized it wasn't a place he was familiar with.

Turning to look at Gin, Gin pointed to a cabinet.

After taking the first-aid kit, Heikichi began to apply medicine to Gin.

"You're usually pretty fierce when you beat me up, aren't you? I was already unconscious, and you were so stupid, didn't you even try to pull your hand away? Leaving me there wouldn't have hurt me, didn't you even try to treat your own wound first?"

Gin chuckled as he listened to Heisei's rambling.

How could he tell Pingqing about his pitiful state as he lay trembling on his lap, begging not to leave?

It reminded him of the adorable little dumpling who wouldn't let him leave and held him tightly back then.

In that instant, he softened.

Taira no Kiyoshi's face lit up with shock once again!

Good heavens! Gin actually smiled! This is so different from usual. He usually gives a cold, sinister laugh; this time it's a normal smile.

After treating Gin's wounds, Taira Kiyoshi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Seriously, you should have said so earlier if you were injured, instead of just trying to tough it out by yourself..."

Seeing that Hirai had started his rambling again, Gin reached out and ruffled Hirai's hair: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

It felt like Gin was teasing a child.

Pingqing rolled her eyes: "Yes, yes, you're the best, you're the strongest, how could anything happen to you?"

Gin took out a cigarette and lit it, ignoring Heisei's mutterings beside him.

After a long while, seeing that Gin was indeed alright, Pingqing touched his face, got up, pushed open the door, and went straight to the balcony.

Tonight is a full moon, its light bathing the earth, a gentle breeze caressing our faces. The weather has changed since the operation was over.

Now, Pingqing felt an extraordinary sense of peace in his heart.

Sitting on the railing, hugging his knees, his back looked particularly lonely, like a pitiful little thing.

What comes to mind are scenes of his father playing games with him, doing crafts, flying kites... His father was so gentle and patient when he was with him.

"Hiraki, do you know what these building blocks are...?"

The father's gentle voice came from the side, while the mother watched the father and son play games with a smile on her face, occasionally sneaking in to cause trouble, which made him yell loudly.

What a happy family! He was also blessed by Lady Luck.

He never received his parents' love in his past life, but in this life he received all of their love. He is so lucky to have lived an extra life compared to others.

"I just received news that your father has woken up. He'll be fine after a good rest." Gin's cool voice came from behind.

Pingqing looked up at the moon: "Yes, he's such a strong and gentle person, he'll be alright."

After saying that, she turned to Gin and gave him an incredibly bright smile, but glistening tears streamed down her fair cheeks.

The scene is beautiful, a serene beauty, a fragmented beauty.

Gin's fingertips twitched slightly as he silently watched the child he had watched grow up.

"I remember now, I remember everything from when I was a child." His voice wasn't as carefree as usual; it was sunny and gentle, just like the father he remembered.

"Hmm, it's nothing." It was Gin's cool voice as always.

Pingqing gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with longing. He wanted to go back to America, to see his father and mother, to see the ones who had always silently protected him, to eat a meal that tasted like his childhood, to go shopping with them, to watch movies, to travel together…

Tears in the corners of her eyes, a smile on her lips, and a cool night breeze.

Gin looked at the boy's slender figure and took a step forward.

"I finally remembered you when you were little. Back then, you exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. You always had a blank expression, and you wouldn't respond when I talked to you. I remember the first time I saw you, I braided your hair..."

Gin also recalled that time, his eyes filled with reminiscence: "Yes, you were just a tiny little thing back then, fair and tender, very cute."

At that time, he was neither the leader of the action team nor a top killer; he was just a boy who had been brought into the organization and trained since childhood.

At that time, he couldn't control his aura. When he went out, he would sometimes scare children. But this little devil in front of him was not scared at all and even took advantage of him.

Pingqing looked at Gin standing beside him, a rare display of emotion on his face. It was probably the first time since he had risen to a high position that his emotions had fluctuated so intensely.

Seeing that Pingqing was staring at him, Gin returned to his current state, reaching out to rub Pingqing's head: "You just sweated, don't let the wind blow on you."

Pingqing looked at Gin speechlessly. Although he was younger than Gin, he shouldn't be treated like a two- or three-year-old child.

Seeing Pingqing's sullen expression, Gin chuckled and turned to go inside.

Pingqing had no choice but to follow.

Upon entering the room, she saw Gin sitting on the sofa smoking. She immediately jumped to Gin's side, blinking her starry eyes at him: "I want to go back to America."

Gin looked into those eyes; they were captivating.

The last time his eyes were so bright was before that incident, when he first met Pingqing.

“The organization will handle this matter and won’t let those FBI agents and underground rats get away with it. Besides, the FBI is keeping a close eye on you right now. Your identity and background are secrets. Once you return to the United States, you will be in danger.”

Ping Qing frowned and thought about it. It made sense. There were spies and informants everywhere. Yu Lu had been active in Japan. If he went to the United States at this time, it would be easy for people to make connections. His parents would be in danger then.

Although he doesn't usually appear in public, he can carry out tasks and pass on messages to let people know that he is active outside.

Once you go to the United States, some things are just not so easy to do.

But Pingqing still asked, unwilling to give up, "Really not?"

"No."

Ping Qing understood; someone didn't want him to return to the United States.

The FBI's headquarters are in the US, so it's not easy to deal with them. But surely we can collect some interest first.

"Could you please give me a copy of all the FBI information that the organization has collected in Japan?"

Gin nodded, and soon Hirakiyo received a report.

"Xiao Qi, you can use the money in my card and my points as you like, but give me more detailed information."

[Yes, host.]

Ping Qing smiled and said, "Very good!"