PDLP Chapter 23 A Careless Clue
Chapter 23 A Careless Clue
"Let me help you." Sana Minatozaki smiled as she looked at Jung Do-hoon, who was struggling to stand, sighed softly, and got up to go to the washing machine. "There shouldn't be anything inside that I can't see, right?"
"No, I came separately. Thank you."
Sana Minatozaki opened the washing machine, took the clothes out, and put them one by one into the dryer—setting it for two hours as well.
This means that two hours later, the two will have to return here one after the other to reunite.
Jung Do-hoon decided to ask Bae Dong-young to pick up his clothes for him.
"Your clothes are in great condition." Sana Minatozaki reached out her hand. "I'm just giving you a hand in return."
"Thank you." Zheng Daoxun didn't stand on ceremony—it wasn't some ambiguous gesture.
We're all adults, who would be shy about shaking hands, especially after having been in a relationship for so long in our past lives?
only……
Jung Do-hoon extended his left hand, and she extended her right hand in response.
Sana Minatozaki squinted and feigned surprise, saying, "So, Michiko-ssi, you really are left-handed."
Although she couldn't explain why, Sana Minatozaki just had a feeling that he was meant to be left-handed, and she even had this premonition before Jung Do-hoon twisted the bottle cap with his left hand.
Perhaps Sana Minatozaki's understanding of Jung Do-hoon is far deeper than she currently imagines.
But...why? He can't really be the male protagonist from my dream, can he?
However, the timelines clearly don't match.
The two met two years later, in 2025, when Sana Minatozaki had her wallet and passport stolen in Italy and met at the South Korean consulate in Osaka.
"Left-handed people are very common, right?" Zheng Daoxun was taken aback.
"It's nothing... Left-handed people usually look younger. You look like you're twenty." Sana Minatozaki casually made up an excuse to brush it off.
As for whether left-handed people look younger, that's just something she made up.
"I've never heard of this theory before, thank you..."
Jung Do-hoon grasped her left hand with his left, and with a slight exertion, before he could finish speaking, Minatozaki Sana was pulled down and pressed against Jung Do-hoon's body.
"ah!"
Zheng Daoxun, who had just gotten up from the small stool and hadn't gone far, also fell to the ground, their eyes meeting.
She braced herself on the ground with her right hand, burying her face in Zheng Daoxun's vest, which became damp with his sweat. Her thin shoulders hunched over with restraint.
Thump, thump...
Jung Do-hoon felt that it wasn't his own heartbeat.
Sana Minatozaki quickly got up and pulled Jung Do-hoon up with both hands, who then stood up as well.
"I really don't have a habit of exercising..." the woman muttered under her breath.
"I used too much force..."
They left in tacit agreement.
Jung Do-hoon returned to his room, took off his soaking wet vest and threw it into the sink. It was a quick-drying vest anyway, so he could just wash it quickly later.
As for Minatozaki Sana...
All those past events resurfaced in my mind.
Our first meeting at the Osaka consulate led to a plan to take a walk in the countryside and paint together...
Jung Do-hoon shook his head, leaned against the wall, and walked into the shower room. He used cold water to extinguish his wild thoughts, his rationality returned, and his body regained some energy.
Anyway, there's no future for the two of them—
He just couldn't understand why, even though he had already taken care of things in his previous life, the marriage registration still failed.
Could someone be sabotaging things? At that time, Zheng Daoxun was indeed a standout in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and he naturally understood the principle that the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind.
But when he submitted his marriage application, he was a 34-year-old bureau chief. People of the same rank were nearing retirement, or finding it difficult to advance further. His peers were far behind him, and didn't even pose a competition.
It can't just be because of dislike or jealousy, right? There are many ways to make things difficult for Jung Do-hoon, there's no need to complicate things by making his marriage a problem.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. We're already in another time and space. How can he verify something that never happened?
Jung Do-hoon, dragging his exhausted body, threw himself onto the bed—
The support from the mattress returned, and Sana Minatozaki, who was also lying on the bed, blinked and looked up at the ceiling.
She had washed her face again and changed into clean clothes.
A sense of confusion, accompanied by a premonition, gradually welled up in my heart.
Why was Jung Do-hoon almost instinctively certain that she didn't have a habit of exercising? Although she looks very thin, the amount of exercise from years of touring and dance training is considerable, and she does have basic muscle definition.
The nasi lemak at the hotel tasted exactly like something I'd never had before.
The orange bear on the suitcase also seemed a bit too new; she always felt that the orange bear in her memory should be older.
Furthermore, the fact that Jung Do-hoon is left-handed is like the idea that 1+1 should equal 2. It's not a conclusion drawn from observation, but rather something that's ingrained in his mind like common sense. Isn't that abnormal?
And why did Jung Do-hoon happen to walk right up to his own doorstep after drinking too much? Minatozaki Sana sent a message to the property management, and there was no one with the surname Jung in the building. The only tenant with the surname Jung was a girl.
Amidst a mix of confusion and drowsiness, when Sana Minatozaki opened her eyes again, she was already in Osaka.
She returned to that time and space—2025.
Sana Minatozaki is certain that this is 2025, because that is the year the Osaka World Expo is held.
How could Sana Minatozaki not recognize that ugly mascot MYAKU-MYAKU?
"After looking around, the exhibition hall next door is still more interesting." Sana Minatozaki glanced at the man beside her.
"After all, it has a long history and is a vast and resource-rich place," he sighed, "It's just a pity that I haven't really had a chance to experience its scenery."
"Maybe we can go out and have some fun together next time?"
That's what Sana Minatozaki said in my dream.
But now, Sana Minatozaki only feels regret—why didn't she ask more meaningful questions?
For example, what is his zodiac sign, where is he from, and where did he study?
These clues were far from enough for her to deduce any useful information—the only thing she knew was that he hadn't been to the vast neighboring country much.
If only Sana Minatozaki could change the course of the dream, but unfortunately, it wasn't a lucid dream at all.
"Ding-dong."
A doorbell rang, forcibly pulling Sana Minatozaki back to reality from her dream.
This feeling is really unpleasant; my heart is pounding like crazy, just like palpitations.
Who on earth disturbed Sana Minatozaki's sweet dream?!
The woman, with a hint of complaint, came to the door and opened the peephole—
It's her manager, Lee Sang-won.
The door opened a crack, and Sana Minatozaki suppressed her resentment, looking at her gently: "Unnie, what's up?"
"You forgot to take your clothes after you finished washing them."
"Oh! I just fell asleep." Sana Minatozaki smiled apologetically and took the basket. "But, Onii, how did you know it was my clothes? I don't think I put any sticky notes on them."
"Oh, I just ran into Do-hoon-ssi while doing laundry. But Do-hoon-ssi looked really tired. Did something happen between you two?"