Swayed by emotions, Be approached Sophie and got down on one knee. She looked up with a bright


    smile and said, “Chris has a friend


    in me, so don’t worry.”


    Christopher took off his jacket, his slender build drawn out by his white shirt and gray vest. He went to


    the kitchen, looking rather chic.


    Although Be was a guest, she felt bad letting him cook for her.


    Thus, she followed him to the kitchen.


    “I’ll help you. You don’t have a chef. It will take you forever to cook dinner.” Be looked at the table of


    ingredients and rolled up her


    sleeves to get to work.


    “It’s okay. I have everything ready. It should be quick and easy to


    make dinner.”


    While talking, Christopher looked at her with concern and murmure Be, I remember that you’re


    allergic to smoke. It can get greasy an smoky in the kitchen. You should head to the living room and


    chat with my mother.”


    Be paused, her eyes twinkling in surprise. “H-How did you know I’m allergic to smoke?”


    “Don’t you remember? Your dad would take you to my home when you were a kid, and my brother


    would demand a cookout, ordering the household help to start the grill in the backyard. When it started


    to get


    smoky, your dad carried you away nervously, saying that you were allergic to smoke. I still remember


    your dad getting worked up and yelling at my dad.”


    Christopher chuckled. “You’re the apple of your dad’s eye.”


    Be stared at him in a daze and felt a lump in her throat.


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    Despite her best efforts, she could not stop her eyes from tearing up.


    During the three years she had been with Justin and cooked for him, the man had no idea that she had


    an allergic reaction to smoke.


    However, Christopher did not forget the trivial matter that happened


    over a decade ago.


    “It’s okay. I’ll help you.”


    Be stood alongside Christopher in front of the sink, preparing the fresh ingredients skillfully.


    Christopher swallowed hard and quietly stepped closer to her.


    “Thank you, Be.”


    “I should thank you for treating me to dinner.”


    “That’s not what I mean.”


    Christopher’s voice was raspy as he smiled wryly. “You’ve seen my mother. Her memory is regressing


    badly. Sometimes, she doesn’t even recognize me. There are times that she thinks I’m still 7 years


    old.”


    “I understand. It’s one of the symptoms of Alzheimer’s.” Be sighed.


    “I’m grateful that you are willing to make her happy with me.”


    Their eyes met, and their foreheads bumped into each other.


    They chuckled, taken aback.


    It was a happy and tender moment at the vi.


    Beyond the walls of the residence, it was cold and windy.


    Justin stood rooted to the ground outside the vi, staring intently at


    the warm light.


    He had no idea how long he had been there or how much longer he


    would stand there.


    There was only one thing on his mind.


    He was waiting for Be. He was waiting for her toe out and see


    him.


    She had to leave one way or another, right?


    Suddenly, Justin felt something cold on his face. The biting co spread throughout his body.


    He lifted his chin as the tiny snowkes fell on his pale face and


    melted into his bloodshot eyes.


    It was snowing.


    Savrow weed its first snow in the winter.


    The first snow was a nk canvas. It signified a fresh chapter, full of


    potential and the promise of something special.


    He thought to himself, ‘Be, I want to experience the first snow with


    you.’


    Justin breathed out a puff of cold air and pulled out his phone shakily


    to dial Be’s number.