Chapter 1811

As Vivian prepared to hail a cab back to Dewhurst, she noticed a faint glow emanating from the bracelet on her wrist. It felt warm against her skin, almost alive. Startled, she glanced down at it. When she raised her head again, the scene before her had shifted, and there stood Manfred, wearing the down jacket she had gifted him, shoveling snow. The sight brought an unexpected wave of relief. After a day and night of relentless snowfall, the thick drifts were daunting, yet seeing him out there meant he was alright. Just as she was about to approach him, the world around her flickered. The snow-covered street dissolved, replaced by the familiar bustle of the modern city. Vivian froze, furrowing her brow in confusion. "What just happened?" she wondered. Pushing her suitcases back to the inn, she abandoned her plan to go out for food. Instead, she ordered two dishes from the inn's kitchen. As she ate, her mind replayed the events of the day. She had visited Manfred without issue be