She rushed to her son's school, her heart pounding with fear after receiving news of his sudden collapse. She pushed open the administration office door forcefully, breathing heavily, her eyes frantically searching for her child. But when the principal turned to face her, she froze in place. For a moment, she thought she was imagining things… but he was real. The same eyes, the same smile—one she could never tell if it was mocking or simply provocative.

Raising an eyebrow as he studied her, he spoke in a calm yet taunting tone:

— "I didn’t expect to see you here… Don’t tell me you’re one of those overprotective mothers who make a scene over the smallest things?"

She tried to steady her nerves, but her voice came out shaky:

— "Where is my son?"

He chuckled quietly and gestured toward the adjacent room:

— "Relax, he’s not dead. Though you sure acted like it was his last day on earth."