Morning sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains into the cozy cottage. Chen Si frowned slightly and stretched lazily. Turning his head, he saw that Mikasa was already up, busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The scents of scrambled eggs and coffee mingled in the air, stirring his appetite.
"Good morning, Mikasa. You're up early." Chen Si yawned and walked over to the dining table.
"Good morning! Here, try these eggs I fried with milk." Mikasa smiled and handed him a steaming plate.
That afternoon, they walked home together. Mikasa carried the day's haul-fresh vegetables and a few borrowed books-while Chen Si held a bag of his favorite freshly baked bread. The town's streets were quiet and welcoming, occasionally filled with the sound of children's laughter.
"Let me make dinner tonight. You can take a break," Chen Si suggested, hoping to share some of Mikasa's work.
"I'll leave it to you, then. I trust your cooking." Mikasa smiled.
At dusk, they sat on small wooden chairs outside the house. Chen Si held a book, while Mikasa quietly knitted a scarf beside him. The sunset's lingering glow washed over them, lending a little warmth to those peaceful moments.
That night, Chen Si and Mikasa sat in cushioned chairs in the living room. The starry sky beyond the window was remarkably clear. They listened to soft music, and every so often, Chen Si shared an interesting fact about the stars with her.
"Did you know? That bright star is called Vega." Chen Si pointed out the window, his expression earnest.
"Yes, I know. It can only meet Altair once a year. It's such a romantic, tragic story," Mikasa answered softly, leaning against his shoulder.
"Yes, but we get to see each other every day now," Chen Si said wistfully.
"Yes.