The morning sun's warm embrace streamed through the kitchen, illuminating Yuchen as he skillfully prepared breakfast.
He had risen early, even before the sun made its grand entrance, with a clear determination to make Elena's morning as comforting as possible, especially following the perplexing events of the previous night.
With gentle hands, he extracted a tray of fragrant pastries from the oven. A soft smile graced his face as he arranged Elena's favorite treats on a delicate plate.
Yuchen hoped that the delightful aroma of her cherished pastries, complemented by a freshly brewed cup of coffee, would coax a brighter mood from Elena. Perhaps, over this shared meal, they could finally talk about what happened last night.
