The faint light of dawn pierced the eastern horizon, casting a holy and hopeful glow over the snow-covered Pompeii Village.
When Luo Yan's group returned to the village with the sleeping child, the Mill Master and his wife, who hadn't slept all night, were the first to rush out.
Upon seeing the boy asleep in Finic's arms, the middle-aged man, weathered by the elements, could no longer contain his emotions. Together with his wife, he burst into tears, kneeling in the snow, thanking everyone profusely.
The bashful Ira hurried forward, comforting the couple while helping them up from the snow.
Gazing at the kind-hearted girl, the poor woman moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, her trembling lips only squeezed out a timid "thank you," hiding the shame in her eyes.
The crying woke the child.
The boy looked around in confusion, and after a while, perhaps recalling the nightmare of the previous day, he began to cry too.
