The food street was bustling with people coming and going. The winter wind was a bit cold, and Holly Sawyer snuggled tightly in Leo Grant's embrace. The corners of her mouth carried a faint smile—the taste of happiness.
She didn't need a passionate love; what she pursued was plain and simple. It was enough to spend the mundane days well with Leo Grant.
"Brother, I want to eat grilled rice cakes."
After finishing the candied chestnuts in her hand, Holly pointed to a stall not far away. The vendor was skillfully frying rice cakes.
She had always had an obsession with food.
"Wait here, brother will get it for you."
Leo Grant stuffed a warm water bottle into Holly's arms. He stood up and gently rubbed Holly's head.
He had always fulfilled the little girl's requests.
Holly held the warm water bottle, sitting on the bench, her smile sweet.
"Why are you with him?"
Suddenly a voice came from above, Henry Hughes' voice mixed with a bit of disbelief.
