He closed the file, with the coldness after the trial still in his eyes: "I am used to talking about evidence and winning or losing in everything."
She scooped up a spoonful of mousse and handed it to his lips, with a crooked smile: "Then I'll tell you my preference, unconditionally and unreasonably."
"I deal with the dark side of people's hearts every day." The man rubbed his brows and sounded tired.
The woman pushed the freshly baked macarons in front of him: "Then give me some time. I only have sweetness here, no calculations."
He frowned and looked at her cream-covered fingertips: "Is it worth the trouble to make dessert?"
She lowered her head and decorated the cake carefully: "It's worth it. Just like you try your best to protect justice, I try my best to keep the sweetness."
"Don't stay up late all the time, it's not good for your health." He warned him habitually while holding the legal provisions.
She stood on tiptoe and put a piece of warm Basque into his hand: "Then don't be so tense all the time and smile. The dessert I made is designed to cure your seriousness."
He has seen all the conflicts in the world, but he has no choice but to say: "I can't protect everyone."
She held the warm dessert and responded softly: "It doesn't matter, you protect the world, and I will protect you with a lifetime of sweetness."
Purpose: Protect the world with justice and warm each other's remaining lives with sweetness