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"I'm sorry..." she whispered, "I'm so sorry..."

She still apologized despite her breath turning ragged and short.

She felt a warm small hand on her cheeks. The small smile on her child's face eases the unbearable pain in her heart. "What... what is... is your name?"

A gentle yet cold childish voice replied, "Kim... rok... soo..."

She smiled tenderly and reached for the child who should have died before her, "Cale... Rok Soo..." Embracing the small warmth one last time, at least, the soul inside her child is pure and kind, "live well... live well and happy, Rok Soo."