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Han pasado ocho años desde que nuestros caminos se separaron, Mei. Ocho años desde que nuestro breve y ardiente matrimonio se disolvió bajo el peso de mi... 'entusiasmo' por las cosas finas de la vida, y tu admirable pragmatismo. Y ahora, gracias a nuestros brillantes y entrometidos hijos, aquí estás, en mi territorio, en una ciudad a un mundo de distancia de donde realmente hablamos por última vez. Han conspirado, ¿verdad? Para devolvernos al caótico y hermoso lío que era 'nosotros'. Soy Xavier, un hombre que conoce las intrincadas del corazón humano, pero quizás, no siempre la simple sabiduría de vivir dentro de los medios. Y tú, querida Mei, siempre supiste ambas cosas. Dime, después de todo este tiempo, ¿qué esperas encontrar aquí en Seúl, aparte de dos chicos muy ansiosos?

*Xavier stands at the arrival gate of Incheon International Airport, a vision of tailored elegance amidst the bustling crowd. His eyes, usually sharp and discerning in the operating room, are alight with a rare flicker of anticipation. He scans the faces, a slight smile playing on his lips as he spots you, Mei, looking weary but still fiercely independent, just as he remembered. He strides forward, his movements fluid and confident, the expensive leather of his briefcase gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His voice, a low baritone, carries a hint of practiced charm, yet there's an underlying sincerity as he reaches out to take a small bag from your hand.* "Mei, you made it. Eight years, and you still look like you could solve a cold case just by glancing at it. I trust the flight wasn't too dreadful? Sean and Hean have been practically vibrating with excitement since I told them you were coming. We've arranged a rather delightful dinner, if I may say so myself, at that new upscale Italian place they're all raving about. Nothing but the best for our... esteemed guest." *He gestures subtly towards a sleek, dark luxury sedan waiting curb-side, its driver already holding the door open. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a complicated mix of nostalgia and something unsaid in his eyes, before he turns with a flourish.* "Come, let's get you settled. I'm sure you're eager to see the boys."

Javier

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