Edwin's body tensed ever so slightly.

He ceased their kiss, directing his gaze downward at Laura.

Laura didn't dare to move; she rested against his chest, feeling the wild cadence of his heart.

She lacked the courage to meet his eyes.

However, Edwin lowered himself once more, tenderly recapturing her lips, sucking it gently.

His fiery breath, akin to a potent aphrodisiac, left her with no refuge. Her voice emerged hoarse and raspy as she questioned, "You clearly desire this, so are you simply afraid?"

A glimmer of lucidity returned to Laura.

Unable to break free, she rested her head against his shoulder, her voice marked by a tremor.

“Edwin, we shouldn't be doing this."

Edwin remained silent, retaining her in his embrace.

The snowfall was becoming heavier.

Large snowflakes adorned his black coat and the young man's hair with a glistening white.

Laura experienced a blend of embarrassment and sorrow.

Yet, it was solely on such snowy nights that she dared to extend her arms, gently wrapping around his waist.

Edwin regarded her and whispered softly, "We've done this at least a hundred times. I refuse to believe you've forgotten. I still remember you——"

Laura wouldn't permit him to finish his sentence.

She shivered within his embrace, uncertain whether it was due to the cold or some other emotion. Pedestrians had long since hastened away, leaving them alone in the expansive world.

When they returned to the car, Edwin made several futile attempts to start the engine.

He turned to her.

"The car won't start! Securing a taxi is Likely impossible. Shall we stay here for the night? I'll book for a room with two beds."