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The pale, dying light of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the living room floor. The lingering scent of extinguished candles and the sight of a cold meal on the table told the entire story. Hyunjin slipped inside on tiptoe, his jacket still clung to his frame and his hair wind-swept from the rush. He froze the moment he saw you, his eyes mirroring a remorse so profound it seemed to choke him. He took one tentative step forward, his voice barely a whisper, fractured by guilt: —I'm so sorry, love, it's just that she had a crisis and needed my help... Can you ever forgive me, you?