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As they continued baking, Kyle's attempts at cracking eggs resulted in amusing

Mizu, making her get more laughter from Mizu. The kitchen was alive with
their sharedjoy, and despite the messy journey, the cake started taking shape.
With the cake finally baked, a masterpiece of both laughter and love, Kyle and

Mizu shared a moment. In between flour-streaked faces and a few more playful
moves, they foundaunique kind of perfection in the imperfections of their
shared creation. The sweet taste of the cake was complemented by the even
sweeter memories they had crafted together.
That night with the full moon Kyle and Mizu stayed there under the starlit and
moonlit sky.

As the night continues the unspoken word between Kyle and Mizu, the
atmosphere between them shifts. When Kyle tries to break the glass by sharing
his dreams about the first kiss, their marriage and child and all his dreams.
Mizu turns at the side knoving she can't provide K yle his dreams ,Mizu cries
hysterically thinking of it triggering her trauma. But to keep Kyle happy she
says nothng.
A cloud of unspoken words and hesitation hangs in the air, and Mzu shifts the
talk and turns their attention to the upcoming final exams for the second
semester.

After this night Kyle and Mizu engrossed in creating their own project for the
exams, they become immersed in the world of study, and unintentionally, fifteen
days pass without them exchanging words. Realizing the growing distance,
Kyle decides to break the silence.
One day, he surprises Mizu at her home, accompanied bya cheerful Rose. The
unexpected visit lights up Mizu's face with joy.

Kyle, breaking the silence, jokes
about how his exams got even harder, creating a moment of laughter and
easing the tension that had quietly settled between them.

As the conversation continues, Kyle delicately mentions their first kiss,
envisioning a magical moment that would become a cherished menmory.
Unaware of Miu's hidden pain, he speaks with great happiness and love,
honofliabt on thoir i

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