At this moment, the dining table was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Curaçao's maternal love shone like a warm beacon, illuminating the entire room.
This warm glow not only dispelled the darkness, but also reflected the long-suppressed desires and inner conflicts deep within Chianti's heart.
She began to realize that the maternal instinct she thought she had long since abandoned had actually been lurking quietly in the softest corner of her heart.
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