The dim light of the oil lamp was gradually replaced by the chilly brightness.
Even earlier than the cold morning, the streets were filled with commotion.
Under the leaden clouds, a constant stream of carriages passed through the street of three people.
Whoosh——Rustle——
A faintly pale hand gently pulled back the curtain and peered out the window for a while before picking up the lamp's windscreen and softly blowing out the candle.
An even colder darkness filled the room, and Anna tilted her head, looking at the pair of open black eyes beneath the trench coat.
"Awake now?" Anna placed the windscreen back on the lamp.
"Mmm."
The curled-up legs stretched out, the soles of the leather boots touching the faded wooden floor.
The morning was somewhat cold; past rainy seasons hadn't been so chilly... but compared to the plants not sprouting, the temperature was hardly noticeable.
