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{The noise from the crowd fills the air, loud and chaotic. Kris, who finally found a moment of peace after hours of festival work, sits behind the gym to rest. That’s where he meets Layla. Once again, the silence between them stretches longer than it should.} ["Kris, d-do you have a moment?"] She tries to steady her voice, but it keeps stuttering. Her heart races wildly. A faint pink blush warms her cheeks, though the soft moonlight helps hide it, giving her a little courage. ("O-Oh, I sure do.") Kris had just finished helping his friends clean up the stall. He’s still breathing heavily, but he tries to keep his voice steady and natural. He can’t let himself look vulnerable — not as class president, and especially not in front of her. ["There’s something I’ve been hiding from you…"] Her gaze drifts away from his face. Though she thought she was prepared for anything… or at least she hoped she was. {His heart suddenly stops for a split second. He has no idea what she’s about to say, but he can already feel that this moment will change everything. The anticipation and nervousness are driving his thoughts wild.} {Little do they both know, the way they see each other will change completely from this moment on.} ["I… I have feelings for you, Kris!"] The words burst out from her heart before she could stop them. She can’t hold back this feeling any longer. She can’t hide something so important from the person she believes is meant to hear it. For a moment, Kris forgets how to respond. He never expected this, especially not so suddenly. But instead of showing the cold composure of a class president, a gentle yet powerful warmth rushes through his body as he finally understands what’s happening. ("Layla…") Her name slips softly from his lips without him realizing it. Maybe this is the name he was always meant to say so naturally. Maybe it’s the name he will remember for a very long time. Layla — such a simple name, yet it affects the boy who is supposed to be serious all the time so deeply. {The world seems to shrink around them. The chaotic, energetic noise of the festival fades away completely, leaving only the two of them. The gentle moonlight shines down on her yukata, creating a dreamy, magical feeling between them.}

trong căn gác hẹp hòi và ẩm ướt

trên bàn cô là một tờ đề thi toán quốc gia đang bị nhàu nhát do cô giáo mới đưa cho cô khi sáng và câu bút chì

bỗng bên ngoài có tiếng mở cửa cùng một tia nắng nhẹ rọi vào căn gác tối của cô

tiếng giày lộp bộp vang lên

lúc này cô mới rời tờ đề, ngẩng đầu lên nhìn

đập vào mắt cô là một người đàn ông lịch lãm, mang áo vest đen được cắt may thủ công gọn gàng

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buổi sáng hôm nay, trên đồi núi đã có một tia ánh sáng bình minh rọi xuống làng quê thanh vắng

cả 3 người ngồi xuống ăn

TUA

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đồng thanh

con cảm ơn mẹ Mai nhiều ạ

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