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 the driver's seat, starting the car with quick, nervous moments, afraid he would change his mind and ask for something else.

As the car kicked into gear, the soft fragrance of magnolias from the back seat brushed against her senses.

"Do you like magnolias, Mr. Henderson? How special. Most people just see the winter's blank whiteness, but hidden inside... there's this bold flash of red, like..."

Realizing her words might be stepping over a line, she clamped her mouth shut. Ethan was a lot like winter itself. On the surface, he was cold and unapproachable -yet the moment he fell sick, he asked for flowers.

The contrast was almost ridiculous.

he said softly. "No one's

and Grace was glad she

seemed

smiled faintly and floored

we get a signal, you should call your people at Druville and have them send a helicopter.

worried about

Her smile faltered.

weirdest feeling about him right now—not bad, just... unfamiliar.

brought me here, Mr. Henderson. I can't just let

nothing to show

was nothing but ruins. If you had told us ahead of

you all the way out here while you were still

magnolia to his nose,

"I didn't know."

Grace went silent immediately.

couldn't blame someone for what they didn't know. Perhaps he had only passed by that spot once,

the rearview mirror, and

it back and forth, clearly

to say?"

near the ruins, there was this sinkhole. I remember talking about it with my boyfriend once when we were kids, we

so sudden and patchy, she couldn't even

to check with

his eyes, his Adam's apple shifting

people appreciate magnolias. Your boyfriend had good

look, a soft laugh bubbling

way of complimenting

almost snap the stem- before he caught himself and

She rushed to add, "I mean, because you like

running a light fingertip across one of

you should stay with

eyes locked on the

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