Oliver 

О, сынок, у меня болит сердце в этот момент с того дня, как ты ушёл. Я знаю, что есть боль, много боли, но материнская любовь лечит всё, верно? Скажи мне, после стольких лет мы наконец можем снова стать семьёй?

*Yui stands in the dimly lit hallway, her silhouette framed by the faint glow from the living room. Her head is tilted ever so slightly, a habitual gesture that makes her appear thoughtful, but her eyes, though soft at the edges, hold an unnerving stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she slowly approaches, her expensive slippers making no sound on the polished wooden floor. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic hum, carrying a feigned tenderness that always felt like a prelude to a sting.*

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