After dinner, Ethan and Madelyn went for a walk. They watched lovey-dovey couples stroll by, but between Madelyn and Ethan, there was an unusual silence, a strange atmosphere.

Finally, she couldn't hold back and blurted out, "What happened to your legs?"

Ethan lowered his gaze as his expression slightly changed. "It was a car accident," he replied, brief and to the point.

Madelyn nodded and said, "Well, be careful when driving in the future." Her words filled with genuine concern.

"Alright."

Madelyn's maternal instincts kicked in again. "You've walked with me for so long. Aren't your legs tired? How about we find a place to sit? If you're uncomfortable, you must tell me."

Ethan smiled. "Alright."

Madelyn bit her lip as she thought to herself, 'You basically say "alright" to everything!'

She dared not meet his gaze anymore, so she turned and pointed to a spot, her expression stiff, "I want to have that."

With Christmas approaching, the glace fruit seller dressed up as Santa Cla