The mountain jujubes were pesticide-free. After washing them quickly with warm water, he handed them over, warning, "Don't eat too many."

They're cooling.

He then took the fish to the well to wash them.

The sunlight was perfect, casting a radiant glow on Roscoe's profile.

An old scar, a reminder of a long-ago injury and delayed medical attention marked his face. Still, it didn't diminish his attractiveness. He had a calm demeanor and kind nature, the scar adding a rugged charm to his looks.

Nicole crunched into a jujube, savoring its freshness and sweetness.

She thought about how actions lead to consequences. She wasn't the one to save Roscoe. She was just a passing flower that caught his eye during her prime years. To her, he was her true savior. Without him, she might not have survived in this world.

Their days unfolded quietly. One day, after attending to the villagers' health, Roscoe called for Nicole.

Before they went outside, he wrapped her carefully in a scarf, hat, and gloves. Then, leading her out, he pointed and said, "Look."

What lay before them was a blanket of white, the trees glittering with icy crystals, a scene of pure enchantment.

"This is our first snow since we've been here," Roscoe announced.

"Would you like to make a wish?"

It was said that wishes made on the first snowfall would come true.

Nicole smiled, nodded, and closed her eyes to make her wish.

Since their arrival, Nicole had smiled more often than in all her previous years combined. She found happiness in the small stuff, Like Wednesday video chats with Austin, Roscoe's return with supplies, and Keith's playful antics. All these things made her truly value the beauty of life. This was something she never imagined in her previous life.

Nicole bowed her head with reverence and wished quietly, "I hope every day forward is like today, simple yet joyful."

Roscoe glanced at her, his eyelashes dusted with snowflakes, creating a stunning image.

As Nicole opened her eyes, she offered him a gentle smile. “Won't you make a wish too?"

With a serious expression, Roscoe responded, "My wish is already right here, beside me."

Their eyes met, holding each other's gaze in the quiet, snow-covered landscape.