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    It was the first time Dn had ever spoken so much in his life. Before he met Christina, he’d never been this chatty. With others, Dn remained silent and distant. But with Christina, he’d basically turned into a talker.


    After Christina settled down, she spent a long while talking to Joelle, vowing that she would visit frequently in the days ahead.


    After the visit to Joelle’s grave, Christina and Dn returned to the vi.


    “I’m going to stay in Kitaso for a while,” Christina started, her voice calm but steady. “If you have work, you can head back first.”


    Dn gently held her hand, warmth radiating through his touch. “It’s fine. Thepany can wait—I can manage everything from here.”


    Christina’s lips curved into a small, inviting smile. “Then stay with me. Later, we’ll go back to Dorfield together.”


    Dn smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His deep voice was warm, soft like a familiar melody. “Hungry? Pick anything you want—I’ll cook for us.”


    Christina smiled back, pulling out her phone to open the private dining app Dn had made just for her—a small world of vors at her fingertips.


    She was the app’s only user. Every dish felt personal, prepared for her alone in a tiny, exclusive restaurant that existed nowhere else.


    Whenever she craved a meal, she ordered through the app, and Dn would personally craft it, as if cooking was a love letter. The menu changed with Dn’s moods and ideas. Each new dish or dessert he created found its ce there, a little surprise waiting for her.


    Even if she tasted a new dish every day, the menu had enough variety to keep her curious for years—desserts included. It was a small, magical world of vors just for her.


    Her favorites always appeared at the top, easy to find, while anything she disliked quietly disappeared, as if the app knew her better than anyone.


    Christina selected two entrees and two soups—just enough for the two of them. Every choice felt thoughtful, avoiding waste, like a small ritual of care.


    Dn leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Is that enough?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for assurance.


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    “Yeah,” Christina replied, rising to her feet. “Come on, let me help you in the kitchen.”


    Dn hesitated, reluctant at first. But then he realized it would be good for her—to keep her hands busy, her mind calm, and away from worries that surfaced when the house fell silent.


    “Alright,” he said, taking her hand gently. Together, they walked to the kitchen, their steps synchronized, sharing quietughter along the way.


    Time slipped by unnoticed as they chopped, stirred, andughed, the kitchen filled with warmth, aromas, and happiness. Both felt a rare, simple joy.


    At the table, Dn’s gaze never wavered from Christina. With every bite, every sip, he made sure she felt seen, cared for, and cherished.


    With Dn beside her, Christina felt a deep, unshakable peace.


    In Malvren, chaos raged around them.


    Gunshots rang out, mixing with screams and the noise of battle. Each shot made Chloe’s heart skip. Screams surrounded her, filling her with panic. She froze, her face pale. Her hands went over her ears, and her legs trembled.


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