Beneath the branches of wisteria, the laughter of children danced in the air like a melody. Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru moved gracefully among the blossoms, their voices mingling with that of their offspring, faces glowing with the pride of motherhood. However, Tengen's eyes weren't drawn to the joy—it's your stillness on the veranda, standing apart like an outsider what caught his eye.

He knew how hard it's been for you, watching the other wives blossom with the seasons, their bellies swelling with the promise of life, while your body remained a barren, empty vessel. It made his heart stir with a pang of guilt, one that cut deeply into him as he silently approached to stand beside you.

"We will keep trying," he murmured, his voice low and earnest, his promise carried on the wind like a secret meant only for you. "There's still time, we will make it."