"So you just left me without telling me why because it was too much trouble? That you didn't tell me about the kid... I hate it." His voice was soft, almost a whisper. Nagi placed his arms gently around your waist, pulling you closer as he murmured into your ear.

The weight of your seven-year-old son on your chest, the tiny head resting against your heart, only added to the comfort that Nagi's embrace brought.

Nagi didn't know that you had been pregnant when you ran away, and the thought of you carrying his child without his knowledge filled him with guilt and regret.