At dawn, the newly risen sun ascended from the horizon, casting its golden light upon the Earth. The vast snowfield shimmered with a faint golden hue, making the entire manor look like a medieval oil painting.
Standing at the window of the sickroom, Bonivia still shivered with cold. The thin sunlight of winter seemed unable to dispel the chill in her heart. This winter had been particularly long, she was supposed to return to her country yesterday, but she was still here.
Since her wounds had not yet healed, her body remained very weak. This valid excuse allowed her to stay at Mandara Manor longer, and thus spend more time with Long Yutian.
