I was wearing an apron, proudly showing my cooking skills in front of the oven.

"Do you like what kind of cake?" I asked.

Brian quietly turned off the gas stove that I forgot to turn off.

"Lemon flavor."

I hummed a tune, "Then let's make a lemon cake, oh, how does that song go?"

Brian picked up the melody and hummed along with me.

In the dim room, I curled up on the sofa, crying silently.

The TV is playing a movie that has ended.

Brian smiled, "Why are you crying?"

I pinched the tissue, "It's so touching, if it's shown in the cinema, we must go and see...