He looked at her, his deep and calm eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.

He strode over, rolled up his sleeves, and efficiently dried the washed dishes, placing them in the sterilizer. His actions were like cleaning up a battlefield.

She stood there in a daze, and it felt like his scent permeated the air. It was a clean and refreshing scent of cologne mixed with a hint of tobacco.

The two of them stood close to each other. When he turned his head slightly, it felt like their breaths were ...