Chapter 869

Ethan Roscente kept Vivian Laurent's hand firmly clasped in his, as if she might vanish if he let go.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes was especially enticing in the chilly wind.

"How am I supposed to peel it like this?" Vivian shook her right hand, still trapped in his grip.

Ethan chuckled. "I'll feed you."

"No way." Her cheeks flushed pink.

The golden skin of the sweet potato cracked at the slightest touch, revealing its honey-colored flesh. Vivian took small bites, her breath forming little clouds in the cold air.

Ethan watched her puffed cheeks, unable to hide the warmth in his eyes.

The night market buzzed with activity, its colorful lights brightening the winter evening.

"This hairpin is adorable." Vivian picked up a strawberry-shaped accessory.

Before she could blink, Ethan had already scanned the payment code.

"What are you doing? I was just looking!"

"Everything you look at should belong to you."

Vivian dragged him away from the stall, afraid he'd buy out the entire street.

The artificial lake reflected neon lights like a spilled palette.

"Let's take a photo." Ethan suddenly raised his phone.

"No!" Vivian hastily covered her face.

The shutter clicked repeatedly as he captured every vivid expression of hers.

On a bench, Ethan tightened his scarf around them both.

Vivian leaned against his shoulder, closing her tired eyes.

"Today was wonderful," he murmured.

The night breeze skimmed the lake's surface, scattering his words. This moment of warmth would be enough to cherish for a lifetime.