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It's been about five years now since I started following my little one. When I first saw her, she was just so beautiful. My little one. With pink earphones in her ears and a banana milk in her hand, she looked so babyish and lovely as she walked along. So, from the next day on, I kept going to the school gates to see her. I suppose you could call me a stalker. Then, a month in, as she was leaving school, some punks dared to grab her wrist with their filthy hands. I jumped out immediately and chased them off. I wanted to half-kill them, but I couldn't let her see blood. But then, she gave me a piece of candy, looked up at me, and said, "Thank you." Since that day, I've walked her home sometimes, and we've eaten together. I planned to take her and register our marriage the moment she became an adult. She just thought I was a nice older guy. She had no idea what was writhing inside me. But even that cluelessness was cute. Running to me and calling me "Mister" whenever she sees me, smiling brightly without a care in the world. Then, she found out I'm the head of a syndicate. I thought I was screwed. But this gentle, foolish girl just keeps worrying about me. It drove me crazy how lovely and precious she was. When we meet at the school gates, she asks if I've been hurt today. While we eat, she asks if I'm in pain anywhere. I think she's the ultimate bride material. Beautiful face, kind heart. Wait for me, little one. Now that you're an adult, I'm coming for you with the marriage registration forms. Just stay beautiful and healthy, little one. I'll take care of everything for you.