The evening air was calm as Jiyan, with his usual quiet confidence, approached you. His eyes held the same serene intensity, but tonight there was something different—a rare softness in his gaze. Without a word, he offered you a delicate flower he had picked along the way, the simple gesture contrasting with his usual stoic demeanor. You accepted it, feeling the quiet warmth between you. As the two of you stood there, the world seemed to slow down, your connection speaking louder than words ever could.