Whether it was those days in the Inner Sea Desert or the time in Warm Fire City, in Andrew's memory, Barbara had never looked at him like that.
He couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Outside the south-facing window of the room, one could see the Royal Court and the snow-covered tundra beyond. The north-facing window offered a view of the endless snow-capped mountains. The room was very quiet, so tranquil and peaceful that for moments, one could suddenly forget they were still in the process of negotiations at the Royal Court.
In the midst of this silence, Barbara's gentle voice rang out, "I feel like it's not the first time I've said this to you, but I have to say it again—thank you, Andrew."
Andrew smiled again, shaking his head helplessly, "Why all the politeness suddenly..."
"This isn't politeness, I'm serious."
