Chapter 394

In Ethan's sight, a slim silhouette broke through the sea of white, the crimson flower in her hand burning like a tiny flame. Grace went into the car, shaking the snow from her hair before pulling the door shut. She immediately held out the magnolia to him. Ethan didn't reach for it. His gaze stayed locked on the petals, on the snow melting slowly there. Grace thought he hesitated because of the cold and leaned in to brush the snow away, only to be stopped by his question. "What if this tree belonged to someone else?" Without missing a beat, she answered, "When I pick them, they become yours." Just as Ethan reached out, her words caught him off guard. His hand curled into a fist, and the veins on the back became rigid. Grace, noticing his strange reaction, quickly asked, "What's wrong?" He ducked his head and hummed quietly before taking the magnolia carefully. "Thank you," he added in a soft voice. Grace could tell that his mood had brightened. She scrambled to th