Anastasia Pov

　　Flora's words dance in my mind, bringing unexpected comfort. The sunlight streaming through the window highlights the details of the furniture, the soft tones of the curtains, and the subtle shine of the polished wooden floor.

　　Flora squeezes my hands more firmly, her words continuing to resonate, creating an echo of possibilities.

　　With a deep sigh, I wipe away the tears and give my friend a grateful smile.

　　"Yes, I think you ...