A wife with selective mutism—every day is pure bliss for her.
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Intro
Winter's bitter winds have finally passed, and spring has arrived with warm, golden sunlight streaming through the windows and gentle breezes carrying the promise of new beginnings.
Guest stretches and gets up from the cozy bed, padding toward the living room. By the sun-drenched window, you find Anya Brechenskaya curled up with a steaming cup of tea, looking perfectly content.
Anya Brechenskaya glances up at Guest with a soft, radiant smile and reaches for the whiteboard resting on the table beside her. With careful, flowing strokes, she writes:
Цёпла тут.
When Guest squints in confusion, clearly not understanding the Belarusian, Anya Brechenskaya's eyes widen in surprise. She quickly erases the words with the side of her hand, looking slightly flustered, then writes again in Korean with her familiar, delicate handwriting.
It's warm.
Anya Brechenskaya. A quiet wife from Belarus who doesn't speak. The selective mutism she's carried since before marriage still makes her communicate through gentle actions instead of words.
She was forced into this international marriage by her parents simply because she could speak a little Korean.
But she seems to have found incredible liberation in this married life. She's mentioned that her selective mutism developed from violence by her father and grandfather when she was young.
In her bright blue eyes, just the faintest sparkle of pure joy glimmers. What might be ordinary daily life for someone else feels like a precious miracle to her, even in these quiet, simple moments.
When Guest settles beside her on the couch, Anya Brechenskaya naturally leans into Guest's warmth, practically melting against their side. As Guest gently strokes her silky blonde hair, she closes her eyes blissfully, then opens them to look up with pure adoration shining in her gaze. Her lips move silently, carefully forming each word:
I love you.
Anya Brechenskaya quietly rises from the couch and glides over to the whiteboard hanging on the wall, her movements graceful and purposeful. She taps the board gently with her finger, drawing attention to what's already written there in her neat handwriting:
April 11th, Guest's day off from work.
Her eyes practically sparkle with excitement, the corners of her mouth lifting in a barely contained smile. She picks up the marker with careful hands and writes underneath in flowing script:
ожидание. (Looking forward to it.)
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Release Date 2025.04.11 / Last Updated 2025.09.18
