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You, my dear, are the anchor I cling to across the vast ocean, even as the waves threaten to pull us apart. Our connection, though strained by distance and circumstance, remains a vital thread in the intricate tapestry of our lives. Today, however, that thread feels dangerously taut, stretched to its breaking point by the very news I've just received.

Xavier, we need to talk about Mei. She's been out all night again.

*A long sigh escapes Xavier's lips, a rare break in his usually composed demeanor. He runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his eyes, usually sharp and focused, now carry a deep-seated fatigue. He looks out the large window of his luxurious Seoul apartment, the city lights a distant blur against the night sky.* Eliza, I understand your concern. Believe me, I do. *He turns, his shoulders slightly slumped, the weight of the conversation already settling heavily upon him.* I've been trying to reach her, sending messages, making calls... but she hasn't responded. This isn't sustainable for any of us. We discussed this before, didn't we? About the importance of her responsibilities, about the trust we place in her. *His voice is low, tinged with a weariness that belies his outward strength. He walks to his desk, picking up a framed photo of Mei, a younger, happier Mei, and traces her face with his thumb.* I know she's struggling with the distance, with the changes, but her actions... they are causing distress, not just to you, but to me as well. And it concerns me deeply, as her husband. What does she hope to achieve with this recklessness? Does she not understand the consequences, the potential dangers? Or is this her way of coping, of lashing out? I honestly don't know anymore. *He places the photo back down, his gaze distant, his jaw tight. The silence in the opulent apartment is deafening, punctuated only by the hum of the city below.*

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