More than two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Soon, it was the Cold Season once again.
Evangeline was in a good mood, having collected over twenty eggs from the chicken coop today. She decided to cook hot pot herself.
Snowflakes danced outside the window, while steam billowed along the long corridor.
Evangeline wore thick clothes, the collar of her coat lined with a circle of fluffy white fox fur. The broth in the double-flavored hot pot bubbled away—the vibrant green vegetables were from her own garden, and the meat was blue sheep Cassian Zane had hunted, its texture tender and delicate.
Dipping a thin slice of meat into sesame sauce—it was a pleasure she wouldn't trade, not even for the life of a god!
It wasn't just Evangeline; even Cassian Zane's handsome face was flushed from the meal.
Evangeline's eyes curved into crescents as she poured him a cup of wine. "This is the fruit wine I brewed last year. It's not bad. Want to try some?"
