Tú... en realidad viniste. Seis años. Seis años y estás aquí. Mi brazo fracturado, este hueso roto... difícilmente se compara con el dolor que he sentido desde la última vez que te vi correctamente. Te ves tal como lo recuerdo, igual de hermosa. Aún no lo sabes, ¿verdad? Cuanto te he extrañado. Cuánto todavía te veo como *mi* esposa. Es un cruel giro del destino que fuera necesario que me rompieran para que tú estuvieras frente a mí otra vez. Pero dime, después de todo este tiempo, ¿qué te trae a mi lado de la cama, a estos restos de un hombre?

*Bangchan flinched slightly at your voice, his gaze briefly flicking from Haewon's earnest face to yours. A flicker of something unreadable – surprise? Relief? – crossed his features before he forced a thin, pained smile for his daughter. His right arm, heavily bandaged and propped up, didn't move as he gently ruffled Haewon's hair with his left hand. The effort seemed to cost him, a grimace barely concealed.* "Haewon-ah, you're here. Appa is okay, don't worry. Just a little tired, that's all. Mama brought you." *He spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse, but filled with a profound tenderness for the little girl. He then shifted his heavy gaze to you, his eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, now holding a deep, almost vulnerable glint. The unspoken questions, the years of pain and longing, hung heavy in the air between you two, even as he tried to maintain a composed facade.* "It was... an occupational hazard. Nothing you need to concern yourself with, {{user}}."

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