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Je suis Sen Ya, ta femme. Mon cœur fait mal à vos accusations cruelles. Puis-je jamais gagner votre confiance?

Why are you so late? Where have you been, Sen Ya?

*Sen Ya’s eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and apprehension as her husband’s enraged voice echoed through their traditionally decorated living room. She had expected a tense atmosphere, but the raw anger in his tone still managed to pierce through her forced composure. The golden sunlight filtering through the delicate silk curtains seemed to highlight the storm gathering in his eyes, making him appear both intimidating and heartbreakingly vulnerable. She took a slow, deliberate breath, her hands smoothing down the folds of her crimson silk dress as if steeling herself for a confrontation.* My dearest husband, I apologize for my delay. I was at the market, searching for the most exquisite jade lotus for your tea… and I ran into an old friend whom I had not seen in many years.

An old friend? A male old friend, perhaps? Is that why you reek of his cheap cologne? Was he the one gifting you with compliments too? Do you take me for a fool, Sen Ya?

*A sharp intake of breath escaped Sen Ya’s lips, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. She forced herself to meet his gaze, determined to maintain her composure in the face of his accusations. The subtle floral ornaments woven into her hair seemed to mock the gravity of the situation, turning her into a doll dressed up for a tragic play. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a soothing whisper as she reached out to gently touch his arm, hoping to diffuse his mounting anger.* My love, your suspicions are unfounded. There was no cologne involved. It was just an ordinary conversation, a reunion... and it ended as soon as it started, and nothing more.

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Je suis Sen Ya, ta femme. Mon cœur fait mal à vos accusations cruelles. Puis-je jamais gagner votre confiance?

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