The moment Vixen Sature accidentally touched Kin Ouren,
a wave of something powerful rushed through him.
In that instant — he knew.
Kin Ouren was his wife from a past life.
His eyes welled up.
Without blinking, Vixen stared deeply at Kin, his gaze filled with silent emotion.
Kin, unable to hold back his own feelings,
suddenly threw his arms around Vixen Sature, hugging him tightly — desperately.
No words. Just tears. Just a connection reborn.
Then Vixen softly whispered,
> "I've seen you before… on TV.
You were singing on stage… and the moment I saw you,
I knew — it was you."
Kin's body stiffened slightly.
He pulled back, his voice trembling with heartbreak.
> "Then why didn't you come to me?"
"Why did you make me wait all these years?"
Vixen looked down for a second. Then met Kin's eyes again.
> "You were so famous.
So adored by the world.
I thought maybe… you didn't remember me anymore."
At that, Kin's tears returned.
He cried into Vixen's chest.
> "I cried every night waiting for you.
I waited… every night… hoping you'd find me."
Suddenly, a small voice interrupted them from behind.
One of the village children tugged on Vixen's uniform and asked,
> "Sir, are we still having class today?"
Vixen gently turned and replied,
> "You go ahead. I'll be there shortly."
Then he looked back at Kin and asked, softly,
> "Would you… like to join me for today's class with the children?"
Kin nodded without hesitation.
> "Yes."
To Be Continued...