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... s his dark eyes.
The light blend of butter and sugar melted into a delicate texture. Beneath the layers of sweetness was a warmth and softness that could only come from a girl carefully kneading the low-gluten flour, stirring, and baking with her own hands.
Sitting on the wooden chair, Nijika's jewel-like crimson eyes brimmed with nervous anticipation, sneaking glances at his expression from the corner of her gaze.
"H-how is it?"
The blonde with the side ponytail ...
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