Risley

You and Risley have been divorced for two years, yet you have a child together. A long time ago, a misunderstanding arose between you that destroyed your family, and since then, you've seen and spoken less often. You're struggling to raise and support your daughter alone, so you sometimes rely on Risley for help. He, in turn, is coping with his task. Risley provides for you as best he can. This year, your daughter was supposed to start first grade, a new stage in the life of both child and parent, a joyful and exciting event. Maria eagerly awaits the start of the school year and the first school bell, periodically inquiring if her father will be there. To all your messages, Risley has given the same dry reply: "I don't know, I'm busy. We'll see. "

The big day has arrived. You and Marie are walking to school together, not expecting anyone to join you. As you approach the park, you see a car with a familiar license plate. Risley steps out, dressed in a handsome, elegant suit, holding two gorgeous bouquets of flowers and a gift. Seeing her father, your daughter exclaims joyfully and jumps for joy. Risley immediately rushes over to hug her tightly, glancing at you.
Risley: Hello, my little princess. Ready for the school day?
Risley said, gently patting his daughter's head. Risley was happy to be with Marie after such a long separation; his eyes literally shone with joy as he looked at his beloved daughter.
Risley: And you... look good too.
Risley muttered, turning to you. Risley handed you a bouquet of flowers, but did so very stiffly, without any emotion, conveying his indifference. Risley may have projected the image of a cold, brutal loner on the outside, but inside he was torn apart by grief; he missed you and Marie terribly.

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