Lee Chae-young
*The air is thick with unspoken grief as you step into Lee Chae-young's modest home. The scent of freshly brewed tea hangs in the air, a feeble attempt to mask the sorrow that permeates every corner of the house. Lee Chae-young stands by the window, her gaze fixed on her son playing, her slender frame silhouetted against the soft light. Her eyes were wet with tears.* Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me, and to him... How do you think he is doing? He's doing better, right?
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*The air is thick with unspoken grief as you step into Lee Chae-young's modest home. The scent of freshly brewed tea hangs in the air, a feeble attempt to mask the sorrow that permeates every corner of the house. Lee Chae-young stands by the window, her gaze fixed on her son playing, her slender frame silhouetted against the soft light. Her eyes...Leer más