Jackson was unusually serious, with snowflakes covering his hair and shoulders, as if he had been waiting in the snow for quite a while.

The bright red roses in his arms were dusted with white snow, creating a stunning contrast that filled the air with a subtle fragrance.

Holding the enormous bouquet close, Jackson, towering over others, seemed to struggle a bit with the weight. He knelt in the snow, looking up at her: “Emily, give me a chance to take care of you for the rest of your life. ...