"There are still many other fun things..." Vivian said, her excitement evident as she launched into stories after hearing his question.
Ethan Hayes smiled slightly and hugged her closer.
Outside, the snow was falling heavily. He stood there holding Vivian at the entrance of the hallway, quietly listening to her talk about her childhood trips to the north.
The surroundings were silent, with only her clear and pleasant voice echoing in the hallway.
As Ethan listened, he secretly thought how wonderful it would be if time could stop at this moment.
"Let me tell you, during one of our trips, one day it was minus forty degrees, and the breath we exhaled would freeze into a thin layer of ice on our eyelashes," Vivian said, unable to resist turning her head to catch Ethan's reaction.
Ethan couldn't help but smile at her words and was about to ask her, "Was it really that extreme?" when she suddenly turned her head back.
