One house, three meals. One mountain, four seasons.
A tree before the stairs, an old wife on the hearth.
Caring not for right or wrong, nor seeking wealth.
Together through hardship, until our hair is white, never to part.
Ivy Holden sighed to herself. 'This is the pinnacle of life, isn't it?'
'It's just that I'm stuck in a mire myself. A life this carefree and unrestrained is impossible for me.'
After a cheerful lunch, the group went to a vineyard to pick two baskets of grapes before heading back to the city.
On the way back, Julia Xavier and her husband took one car home. Jensen Morrison went straight for Nathan Rowan's car.
"You have a perfectly good sports car. What are you doing in mine?"
"You like it? It's yours," Jensen Morrison said, tossing the car keys into Nathan Rowan's lap.
