The Marson family's Spring Festival holiday, like most companies', lasted only seven short weeks.
After spending a few days vacationing in Finland—strolling with grandparents, walking the dog, playing chess—time seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye.
Beauty stood in the biting wind, bundled in a pink suit and a cashmere knit cap that obscured half her delicate face.
Her slender frame looked almost fragile enough to be swept away by the gusts.
"Beauty, you must bring Lucas back to visit us more often, alright?
And make sure to take good care of yourself—you're far too thin.
A little more weight would suit you better, understand?"
Grandma Marson leaned on Grandpa's arm as they stepped forward, their voices thick with reluctance.
Snowflakes settled on their silver hair like delicate crystals, melting into Beauty's eyes and stirring waves of emotion.
