He didn't know what was burning in those stoves, only that they saved his and his brother's lives.
On that day, an "angel" he would never forget in his lifetime, and a genuine "sun" came to the ward.
The wind and snow were blocked outside, leaving only the gentle sound of the stove inside.
The moment the door opened, it was as if light and warmth surged in simultaneously.
Leading the way was a girl in a white cloak, holding bundles of thick blankets, her blue hair like a river under the night sky.
Her eyes were gentle, yet they seemed like the only light in the snowy night.
She was Miss Emily.
Beside her, a young man in a black cloak entered the ward.
He didn't speak, just nodded slightly to signal the soldiers behind him to bring in a large box of medicine and a new fire-backed stove.
This was the Red Tide Lord, Louis.
Two nobles walked shoulder to shoulder into this room filled with the smell of mold and blood, without a hint of hesitation or disdain.
