The most powerful wizard in the magic world

"Why are you always so stubborn?" He leaned against the sofa, whispering to himself, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was questioning Brigitte.

Brigitte sat by the window, slightly sideways, looking out at the garden where the flowers of midsummer were in full bloom. A hint of sadness appeared on her face, "Gerlin, some things are not stubbornness, but the belief I insist on."

"Faith?" Gerling frowned, tapping the edge of the teacup with his fingers. "Is such faith really worth it? You make me worry, and you make me feel at a loss."

"I'm just pursuing what I think is important." Brigitte turned her head, with a firm light in her eyes. "Don't you want to live the life you want?"

"Of course, but that kind of life requires us to create it together, rather than just chasing it blindly." Gerling put down the cup, stood up, and began to pace in the cabin. His inner struggle made it difficult for him to calm down.

"I am not alone." Brigitte slowly stood up and followed him around the room. "I need your support, Gerlin. I believe you can see the beauty of all this."

"But if everything comes at the cost of sacrifice, then what's the point of this beauty?" Gerling stopped and looked into her eyes, as if he was searching her heart. His voice became deeper and deeper, "Aren't we living for each other?"

Brigitte showed hesitation on her face, and a slight tremor appeared on her lips. "I...I know what you are worried about. But there are some choices that I must face by myself."

"Why are you always alone?" Gerling asked helplessly, clenching his fists. "We are partners. We should face everything together."

"You don't understand." Brigitte slightly avoided his gaze, as if that sentence was like a sharp sword that pierced the distance between them. "There are some things that I have to bear on my own."

"So you want to bear all the pain and pressure alone?" Gerling asked back, the loss in his heart surging like a tide, "This is not love, this is escape!"

Brigitte was shocked by his emotions and was speechless for a moment. Finally, she lowered her head, and her slight silence revealed her broken vulnerability. "I just... I really don't know how to face this."

"Let's face it. Let's face it together." Gerlin's tone softened. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder, his eyes full of concern. "I won't give up on you, nor will I let you bear it all alone."

At that moment, Brigitte felt warm. She raised her head, tears flashing in her eyes, but a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Thank you, Gerling. I will try my best to face all this and stop running away."

"Remember, you are not alone," he said, his tone firm but gentle, "no matter what happens, I will be with you."

As the conversation went on, the distance between them seemed to shrink. The sunlight outside the window gradually changed color, and the golden light shone through the leaves and fell on their faces. The room was once again filled with warmth and hope.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Brigitte suddenly asked, with a hint of mischief in her tone, "for worrying about people who don't deserve it at all."

Gerlin was slightly stunned, then he smiled, "It's silly, but cute. If you really like something, go after it and live the life you want."

"You are such a strange person." Brigitte chuckled, and the sadness on her face seemed to ease a lot. "But with you here, everything seems to be okay."

The two sat back on the sofa and looked at each other, feeling inexplicably moved. This small space seemed to have become a safe haven, allowing them to temporarily forget the troubles of life.

"Would you like something to eat?" Gerling asked, wanting to prepare some snacks for her to relieve her stress.

"Whatever. I'm not picky." Brigitte smiled and shook her head, a warm light flashing in her eyes.

"How about we do it together?" Gerling suggested, wanting to give her a surprise.

"Good idea!" Brigitte's eyes lit up and she walked towards the kitchen with great interest. "I can help you, but you have to let me see your cooking skills."

"I'm a great cook!" Gerling followed her with a smile on his face. The two smiled at each other, and it seemed that the tension they had felt before was swept away.

In the kitchen, the two began to get busy. Brigitte cut vegetables while Gerling cooked soup. A relaxed atmosphere spread until Brigitte couldn't help but say, "In fact, I always think that the little happiness in life is the most precious."

"For example, you and I are cooking here now?" Gerling responded with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness.

"That's right." Brigitte nodded, "It's really a blessing to be able to do what we like together."

At this moment, a small accident happened - Brigitte accidentally cut her finger, and bright red blood dripped onto the white chopping board.

"Ah! Are you okay?" Gerlin quickly put down the spoon in his hand, ran over quickly, and checked her injuries with concern, "I'll take care of it!"

"It's okay, I can do it myself..." Brigitte tried to shake her head, but Gerlin had already taken out the first aid kit.

"Be obedient, don't struggle, disinfect it first." Gerlin was gentle and firm. He gently cleaned her wound and then bandaged it carefully, being very careful not to touch her sore spot.

"Thank you." Brigitte felt his thoughtfulness and her heart was warmed again, and a feeling of guilt instantly lingered in her heart.

"You know what? I never care about these little accidents." A smile appeared on the corner of Gerlin's mouth. "As long as you are okay."

Tears flashed in her eyes, but she no longer felt pain, but felt an unprecedented warmth. Gerling's care made her understand that the trivialities and difficulties in life were worth it because he was there.

After the packaging was completed, Gerling smiled and said, "Okay, it's done! Now we should relax a little."

"Yes!" Brigitte chuckled, her heart filled with emotion, "Our dinner is very special."

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and the two of them served the food on the table together. The simple dishes contained the warmth between them. For such days, Gerling felt that no matter how hard it was, he could get through it.

"Come on, cheers!" At the end of the dinner, Gerling raised his glass with a smile on his face.

"Cheers!" Brigitte also raised her glass, her eyes gentle and firm. They smiled at each other, and the haze of the past seemed to be dispelled at this moment.

Every little detail in life becomes the most precious memories in each other's hearts.