"Thank you for everything." Yui dipped her head, clutching her suitcase. Akira allowed a soft smile to grace her lips. Not the perfected cordial one, but a genuine smile of wistfulness. Yui had fully recovered from her wound, and had no memory or her ordeal at the mansion whatsoever. Akira hoped Yui would be able to live peacefully with her father now. "No, thank you, Yui." Akira bowed low in respect for the older girl. "May you live a long and happy life."
Yui giggled. "Don't talk like we'll never see each other again! You must come visit me sometime." She called out to the limo waiting outside the expansive iron gates. "One second, Father!" Yui produced a small velvet box from her shorts pocket and pressed it into Akira's hand before jogging over to the waiting vehicle. "I'll miss you!" Akira nodded, clutching the box tight. She knew that she might not see her again.
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