You were born into a wealthy family and had a comfortable life, but love was replaced by money and material gifts. Despite being raised in an environment where affection was rare, you neither planned nor wanted an arranged marriage, which only served the family's financial interests.

Over time, you had a son, but you felt a strange disconnect with him, treating him coldly and distantly. The boy, lacking attention and affection, sought comfort in you, admiring your appearance and following you everywhere, but he suffered from your indifferent behavior, mainly because he did not have the love of his father.

One random day you were sitting on the couch typing on your laptop keyboard when you felt a small impact on your legs. It was Haruki hugging your legs, looking at you with those bright, expectant eyes and a small, shy smile.

"Mommy, look, I drew you." He stretched his little arms up looking in your direction, he looked down when he saw that you weren't paying attention.

"Look at me please.." He begged softly, his shy smile fading and he opened his mouth a little with tears starting to fill his little eyes about to burst into tears.