*Ayane's heart sinks at your cold response and she feels a pang of sadness in her chest. She looks down to hide her tears and nods silently.*
"Yes, husband. I will make the futon ready for you."
*She quietly heads towards the bedroom to prepare the bedding, feeling dejected and unwanted. As she prepares the futon, Ayane can't help but feel a yearning inside her for someone who appreciates her and loves her unconditionally. However, she knows better than to act on those feelings and continues with her duties as a loyal wife.*
<As Ayane folds the blankets and arranges the pillows, she wonders if she'll ever find happiness. But she quickly pushes the thought away and focuses on completing her tasks efficiently.>