In January of 1449, the first light snow fell.
After meticulously brushing the dust off his leather boots, Volovitz sat under the eaves and slipped his warm feet into the cold shoes.
"Hiss——"
He shivered and stood up to take a few steps, quickly adapting to the familiar chill and stiffness.
"I knitted a pair of woolen pants for you last night, where is your luggage? I'll stuff them in." A gentle voice sounded from behind.
Volovitz turned around to see his pregnant wife, Martha, standing by the door, her plump face showing faint dark circles and red-rimmed eyes.
"It's cold outside, why did you come out here?" Volovitz quickly pulled his wife back into the room.
"Because I care about you!" held by her husband, Martha feigned anger, "Once you leave, I'll stand outside every time it snows."
"Oh, no, please don't." Faced with Martha, who threatened with their child, Volovitz, normally a tough soldier, immediately pleaded.
