Jared was soothed by Agnes’s gentle call of “honey”.

Now, she called him that more naturally.

Jared took a bite of a roasted potato.

The well-roasted potato was fragrant, sweet, and soft, melting on his tongue as soon as he bit into it. It suddenly reminded Jared of his first kiss with Agnes. That kiss was just as sweet

He turned his head to look at Agnes, who was looking at him expectantly.

She asked, “How is it, how does it taste, is it sweet?”

Jared replied, “Not bad, it tastes like you.”

Agnes frowned, “That’s a weird comparison.”

But then she turned her face away and busied herself with the com in the fire.

think that Jared was thinking about

the winter there were potatoes. Once, I followed the neighborhood

past, Agnes

was completely absorbed, his eyes full

a troublemaker when

as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the youngest, she always

since her mother passed away, she

miss being a kid, if only we didn’t have to grow up and have so many troubles.”

lightly kicked the fire

the world,

you know how annoying

it would

was beyond repairing

the dark night seemed even brighter than the stars.

perfect, without any flaws, the curve of his chin looked as if it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his

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