“No...They’re not!” Kylie retorted, her face flushed.

Ethan did not put it bluntly, but now he held her hand, and they moved on.

When passing a street lamp, their shadows were elongated: one was long, the other was short, and they were holding each other’s hands.

Looking down at the shadows of herself and Ethan, Kylie, for a moment, felt that this was the happiness she wanted.

She thought: if this marriage is real, it seems that we should hold each other’s hands and walk till we ...