The Wren:Chapter 11.2-Yasin
- 8 May
- 1 dakikada okunur
A profound silence descended upon the room. The misunderstandings that had
fueled our separation for a decade vanished in an instant. The "Yellow Flower" in
Europe, the perceived betrayals, and the pride that had kept us apart were all
exposed as mere shadows. Kâmuran looked at me, his eyes brimming with tears of
both joy and immense guilt. He realized that while he had been living a
comfortable life in Istanbul, I had been forged into steel by the difficulties of the
East—yet my heart had remained fragile and faithful.
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