October slipped by at a leisurely pace, with days passing uneventfully.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts to fill the air, and soon enough, it would be time to tuck hands into pockets and breathe white mist into the chilly air while buying roasted sweet potatoes.
Holly was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching Korean dramas, while Leo sat next to her peeling sugar-roasted chestnuts for her.
The young girl watched TV with serious eyes, her mouth stuffed full of sugar-roasted chestnuts, puffed up like a little hamster sneaking food.
Very cute.
"The sugar-roasted chestnuts taste so good."
With her mouth full, Holly turned to look at Leo, her eyes curved like crescents.
This was the taste of autumn.
Sugar-roasted chestnuts were a symbol of autumn, bringing back memories of Arkenfall, where the streets were filled with their enticing aroma, teasing one's appetite.
You could smell it from afar.
