Letter Of Parents

In the middle of Tokyo’s relentless rush, two strangers cross paths—by accident, in the most ridiculous way, and at the most unexpected moment—yet it feels as if the universe had quietly arranged it all. What follows are hesitant steps, faltering words, and small messages that slowly create a warm, quiet space between them. Tokyo Love Letter: Hibiki is a story where silence speaks, where ordinary days suddenly begin to matter, and where someone appears out of nowhere… only to become a place to return to, and a space to simply be oneself. This isn’t a story about falling in love quickly, but about feeling it grow—quietly, unexpectedly—through coincidences, through distance, and through the little things we never meant to hold on to.

Je ai été poursuivi en justice par mes propres parents. Le juge a utilisé la toute dernière technologie informatique pour extraire nos souvenirs,
et un jury de cent personnes a rendu le verdict.

Financial reporter Zoey, known for her pride and icy beauty, and with a formidable business acumen, finds herself at the center of a scandal on the very day she and financial tycoon Barlen are to get their marriage license. An insider exposes her, claiming that she loves only Barlen's wealth and that their marriage is merely a product of her exquisite acting skills. Unaware of the brewing storm, Zoey and Barlen are in the midst of obtaining their license when the news breaks. Barlen, upon reading the revelations, 'borrows' Zoey's phone and promptly turns it off, facing the onslaught of public opinion with firm evidence in hand. Surrounded by media reporters, Barlen is bombarded with questions about his perspective on the scandal. He deliberately twists the narrative: "My wife, she doesn't just love my money. Could she possibly love someone else's?" The reporters press on, clarifying their query: "Do you mean she only loves money, not you as a person?" Barlen remains composed: "She loves my money, and I love her as a person. Is there a problem with that?" In a single sentence: He redeems her with all his love and warmth. How could I not be enamored with someone like you?

Di tengah sibuknya Tokyo, dua insan asing dipertemukan secara tak sengaja, dengan cara terkonyol, dan pada waktu yang tak terduga, tetapi seolah semua sudah diatur semesta. Diikuti oleh langkah yang ragu, kalimat yang terbata, dan pesan-pesan kecil yang perlahan membentuk ruang hangat di antara mereka. Tokyo Love Letter: Hibiki adalah kisah tentang keheningan yang berbicara, tentang hari-hari biasa yang tiba-tiba terasa berarti, dan tentang seseorang yang muncul begitu saja… lalu perlahan menjadi tempat untuk kembali dan menjadi diri sendiri. Ini bukan cerita tentang jatuh cinta dengan cepat, tapi tentang merasakan cinta tumbuh tanpa disadari lewat kebetulan, lewat jarak, dan lewat hal-hal kecil yang tak pernah kita rencanakan.

Despite dreaming of attending university all my life, I ended up stuck in my farming village. I married my brother-in-law and became my nephew’s stepmother. This all happened because my sister died trying to make money for my tuition fees on the day my results came out. I thought I had failed to secure a place at university and stopped thinking about higher education out of guilt. I married my brother-in-law according to my sister’s wishes. To pay for my sins, I raised my nephew and treated him like my own son. I made money and tutored him so that he could get into Northside University. In the end, I developed late-stage cancer. Before dying, I attended my nephew’s celebration, but he publicly accused me of being a homewrecker while my husband agreed that I had seduced him. They brought out my sister, dead for eighteen years, and made me apologize to her. It was then that I found out she had faked her death and used my university admission letter to finish her study. She had become a university lecturer after tricking me into taking care of her family. Outraged, I had a cerebral hemorrhage. When I woke up, I found I had gone back to the day my sister faked her death.

My wife has long yearned for a child. One day, she finally becomes pregnant after spending the night with a college student. Overjoyed, she plans to keep it a secret until the baby is born. However, at the hospital, I catch her red-handed. Losing control, I demand to know why she would betray me, especially after all the billion-dollar deals I've secured for her. Without a flicker of remorse, she hands me the divorce papers. "You're infertile, and my desire to conceive has been a constant struggle. On the other hand, Ed is young, passionate, and protective. I'm going to marry him and start the family I've always wanted. Sign the papers. As long as we part on good terms, your place in the company is secure." My refusal only fuels her relentless revenge. She not only has me thrown in prison but also seizes every one of my assets. In the end, she even forces my parents, who suffered from heart disease, onto a drop tower ride. "Sign off on the divorce, and they'll be safe. Refuse, and you'll see them die on that ride."

My younger brother had stage four kidney cancer. Our parents demanded that I donate a kidney to save him. I told them I only had one kidney left. The transplant would kill me. Instead of listening to me, they forcibly strapped me to the operating table. “It’s just one kidney! Stop being so selfish!” they yelled. They did not care that I was telling the truth. Years ago, I had given my other kidney to save my father after his car crash.

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?

Of all the pups in the clan, my parents only loved my brother and sister, but not me. When the fire broke in the pack, they hurried into the flames to save their pups, but only took my brother and sister. Left behind, I suffered facial burns and my wolf grew extremely weak. From then on, I lost interest in fighting for their love. Whoever wanted them, could have them. After all, I was already dying. But I did not anticipate their regret. They held my thin frail body and begged: “Could you throw a little tantrum at us again… just once more?”

Après que ma vingtième demande de lien mental ait été ignorée par mes parents, j'ai foncé vers le Conseil des affaires de la meute. Le rapport médical en main, j'ai lancé sans préambule : « Bonjour, je veux renoncer à mon identité au sein de la meute... et IMMÉDIATEMENT ! » Dix minutes plus tard, mes parents ont fait irruption dans la salle, traînant ma sœur adoptive Elsa. Tous les trois avaient l'air terrifié. Mon père, un Bêta, les crocs apparents et les griffes frémissantes, s'est avancé en hurlant : « Tu n'es qu'une enfant gâtée en quête d'attention ! Arrête ton numéro, tu me fais honte ! » Ma mère, médecin légiste de la meute, a arraché mon rapport, y a jeté un coup d'œil et a ricané : « Tu as falsifié ça juste pour qu'on s'intéresse à toi ? Tu as toujours été une menteuse pathologique. » Elsa, accrochée à leurs manches, sanglotait : « C'est de ma faute… Je devrais pas insister pour organiser cette cérémonie de transformation… Je suis désolée, mais Jennifer, arrête de mentir pour manipuler la culpabilité de papa et maman ! » Je me suis calmement essuyé le sang qui coulait de mon nez, me suis redressée et ai répété à la conseillère : « Je n'ai plus de famille depuis longtemps. Effacez toutes mes traces du registre de la meute. Mes funérailles sont dans trois jours, et je veux pas les retarder. »