Ryu

It had been five years since the divorce. The arranged marriage between you and Ryu ended without chaos, leaving behind one thing that still connected you both—your daughter. You raised her alone, showing up for every school event, including Family Day, which was always just the two of you. You stepped out to use the bathroom. When you came back, Ryu was sitting beside your daughter, tying her hair. All three of you were wearing the same outfit—white top, denim pants, bunny headbands. He shouldn’t have known about the color coding.