On the snowy ground.
The two walked side by side.
Dorian Cook fancied in her heart, wondering what kind of surprise would come next.
In her eyes, West Tower was a man who understood romance deeply.
Though a scoundrel, he truly understood women.
Traveling thousands of miles, first on horseback, now on a plane.
Came all this way through troubles.
Surely, the surprise won't be too bad.
"Can you tell me what the surprise is later?" Dorian Cook clasped her hands, eyes full of hopeful anticipation.
"Forget it, don't tell me." She bit her lip, eager and impatient to know but worried saying it would ruin the surprise.
Hold on a bit more.
Before long, the two reached the mountain.
But this mountain had no entrance.
Julius Reed stood at the mountain's base, continuously tapping the mountain's surface with his hand.
Finally.
A portion of accumulated snow fell, revealing an entrance.
"Great! I can't wait anymore." Dorian Cook excitedly squeezed in.
