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There was a sound of a gentle voice in that luxurious waiting room of the Northern Lights' military base. The sound came from a little kid, not much older than six years old, as he sat cross-legged on the plush carpet while drawing something on a paper before him.

Kom sema-ri-ga
Han chi-be-yi-so
Appa gom
Omma gom
Ae-gi gom
Appa gommun tung-tung-hae
Omma gommun nal-shin-hae
Ae-gi gommun na bul-gwi-yo-wo
Hishuk hishuk cha-rhan-da

The little boy stopped as his brow furrowed. On a sofa not far away from the place the boy sat, His Highness Prince Sungmin of Northern Lights was watching over him. He noted the sudden stop of poetry reciting with amusement and he said, "For…?"

"For a Sir!" the boy finished with a happy glee. The boy then turned his face to Sungmin's loving gaze. A pair of light brown eyes sparkled with happiness regarded Sungmin as the boy asked, "Did I do well, Mama?"

Sungmin smiled as he stood up from his seat and approached the boy. Sitting on his side, Sungmin then gathered the small kid into his arms and said, "You did well, Jintuo, very well."

"Mama it’s Prince Jintuo!" the boy, Jintuo, said as he nestled into Sungmin's embrace deeper. "I love you, Mama."

Sungmin smiled upon hearing that simple sentence. It really meant a lot to him because it came out of Jintuo's lips. Tenderly, he pecked the little boy's cheek and said, "Mama loves you too, Jintuo."

“It’s Prince Jintuo mama!” Jintuo cried again.

Sungmin laughed tenderly as he pats the head of his son.

Cho Jintuo, that boy with a pair of dazzling light brown eyes and messy chestnut hair, was smiling happily in Sungmin's embrace. Seeing that smile, Sungmin felt pride blossoming in his heart. He knew that three years before that time, Jintuo would have never smiled like that.

And that smile reminded him of someone, someone that he misses so much.