Nicole and Roscoe only regretted missing Raeganâs wedding, though she sent them a live stream of the event.
Nicole had been cautious, waiting two months in the village before reaching out to Raegan, aware that Mitchel and Jarrod were acquaintances.
She trusted Raeganâs discretion, which allowed her to trust Mitchel.
However, knowing Jarrodâs cunning nature, Nicole feared that Mitchel might inadvertently disclose something in Jarrodâs presence, so she advised Raegan to keep their situation confidential, even from Mitchel.
At Raeganâs wedding, which Jarrod couldnât attend because of his scandal, the ceremony was grand, and both Raegan and Mitchel Looked amazing.
Raegan shared generously, and Nicole was touched by Mitchelâs sincerity, thrilled that Raegan had found happiness.
Yet, to be cautious, Raegan and Nicole decided to limit their communication, opting to check in just once a year to ensure each otherâs safety and well-being.
The fish thrashing in the basin abruptly pulled Nicole back to the present.
She noticed Roscoe cleaning jujubes and stood up, offering, âLet me take care of the fish.
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âStay put.
Donât bother,â Roscoe insisted.
âIâve got this.
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The mountain jujubes were pesticide-free.
After washing them quickly with warm water, he handed them over, warning, âDonât eat too many.
â
Theyâre cooling.
He then took the fish to the well to wash them.
The sunlight was perfect, casting a radiant glow on Roscoeâs profile.
An old scar, a reminder of a long-ago injury and delayed medical attention marked his face.
Still, it didnât 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 wasnât 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 villagersâ 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, âLook.
â
What lay before them was a blanket of white, the trees glittering with icy crystals, a scene of pure enchantment.
âThis is our first snow since weâve been here,â Roscoe announced.
âWould you like to make a wish?â
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, Roscoeâs return with supplies, and Keithâs 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, âI hope every day forward is like today, simple yet joyful.
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