Leaving those words, Nora Scott tightened her down jacket and led the way along a narrow path.
The path was too narrow for Pedro Langley to walk alongside her, so he could only follow closely behind.
Even though winter presented a bleak scene, the forest landscape was just right, with trees, fallen leaves, and snow interwoven into a unique winter beauty.
However, Pedro was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery; his gaze was fixed on Nora's silhouette, on the snowflakes on her hair tips and shoulders, the strands of hair lifted by the wind, the fluttering hem of her coat, and even the leaves she unconsciously held in her hand. Each of her movements could tightly grasp his attention.
They walked for about ten minutes.
Nora stopped at the top of a slope.
