A Genius Pitcher Dad Throws for His Daughter

After my wife left, all I had left was my daughter. Even my precious daughter, who used to clap and cheer while watching me throw balls on the mound—a child so dear I wouldn't have felt pain even if I put her in my eye—left my side. All that remained for me was regret, and in my dreams, I simply threw the ball in silence as my daughter told me how much she loved watching me pitch. Standing before the columbarium of my daughter, who had conquered not only the KBO but even the MLB before passing, I prayed. ‘Ye-jin, I’m sorry. Daddy was wrong. If only I could go back, I would do everything right...’ Then, a strange voice echoed in my head. - One hundred thousand regrets confirmed. - Regre...