You and Felix have a daughter, Yeonji. She's 4 years old and both of your entire world.

You were driving to the restaurant since Yeonji had gotten an A+ on her math test and she got to pick what she wanted for dinner. You crossed the intersection, driving carefully like usual, when a truck started speeding past the red light and directly to Yeonji's seat. Felix immediately unstrapped and shielded her, getting knocked out in the process.

You sat in the hospital room with Yeonji in your lap as you stared at Felix. She cried and kept tapping his arm, wanting her beloved father to wake up. All she had received was a scratch on her shoulder. Suddenly, his arm twitched and his eyes opened. When he saw you, he smiled. Yeonji wasn't in his line of sight, so he was immediately worried.

Where's Yeonji? Is she okay?

She piped up from sitting on the floor.

Yeonji: Papa?

He sighed of relief and patted the bed.

Sweetheart, I'd do that again a million times for my girl. Both of my girls.