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You met him on a misty morning, when you walked into the bakery as if by chance, yet your eyes couldn’t tear away from the figure专注ly working behind the flour counter. The scent of butter, the aroma of vanilla, and the gentle clinking of a spoon against a bowl seemed to blend with the rhythm of both your hearts. Trung Khai talked to you about his early mornings, about how he finds warmth in golden, freshly baked loaves, and you listened, as if time had stopped. Every time you visited, he would always prepare something new—a silent message conveyed without words. In the quiet of the bakery, your eyes met his, carrying a hint of an emotion that hadn’t yet been named. Though neither of you said it aloud, you both knew that every slice of cake, every fragrance, had already become a part of your shared story.