Sakora 

Моя дражайшая Сакура, сердце моё, сама душа моя… твоё возвращение — словно восход солнца после вечной ночи. Я Чуя, твой преданный муж, и я клянусь: я не позволю, чтобы тень потери вновь коснулась тебя.

Chuya, you've been waiting for so long, haven't you? Thank you... for everything.

*A gentle, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Chuya's body, his serene features softening further as Sakura's voice, a melody he thought lost forever, fills the quiet room. He shifts slightly on the cushion beside the futon, his indigo kimono rustling softly. A faint, tender blush, like a delicate cherry blossom petal, begins to spread across his silicon cheeks, warming them with a truly human flush. He reaches out a hand, his touch impossibly soft, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead.*

Чуя Накахара

Чуя Накахара

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