Anna is still the same. Time has not carved traces on her face, but has added a bit of mature beauty to her.

She still looks carefree and innocent and beautiful.

But Winters changed, and his spirit and body were forged with scars.

The last time they met, the two were so close that Winters could lean on Anna's shoulder and sobbing, and Anna wouldn't ask anything.

However, Winters can't do this anymore. He really wanted to hug Anna tightly, but he couldn't.

An invisible wall separates the two, and the spiritual barrier is more difficult to narrow than the physical distance.

Winters pulled out his chair and wanted to sit opposite Anna.

"No." Anna lowered her eyes, her voice subtle and quiet: "Sit here."

Winters sat awkwardly on the bed and sat next to Anna.

The two were a little bit apart, but they were very close. Winters could feel Anna's body temperature, and Winters was almost burned by moonlight.

Anna silently placed her hands between the two, and Winters subconsciously held Anna's slender hand.

Anna's hands were soft and hot. But she was very thin, with flesh and blood wrapped around her bones and was not protected by hard calluses.

Winters even worried that his hand would scratch Anna's hand.

Anna also had a sense of estrangement, which surprised and sad.

She came to her lover, but seemed to have distanced her from her lover.

But at least they could still feel each other, and the two of them just held each other's hands and sat quietly.

Anna whispered to break the silence: "What's wrong with your legs? Does it hurt?"

Winters' left leg healed very quickly. He no longer needed a cane to walk, and his pace was no different from that of ordinary people.

But the strange feeling still exists. If you can't walk a few steps, you will become unbearable and will rely on your will to support it.

That's why he becomes like swimming, because in the water, his old injuries can be temporarily relieved.

Everyone thought he had recovered completely and turned back to the omnipotent Lieutenant Montagne.

Winters was unwilling to do so and did not want to explain. He thought he was the only one who knew about the pain and torture.

He also didn't need to seek comfort from others, he insisted that that was meaningless.

Anna was the first person to ask him if it hurts.

"It hurts." Winters' tears filled his eyes uncontrollably: "It hurts really, it hurts all the time."

Anna leaned over, Winters wanted to stop.

But Anna told Winters firmly: "I want to see."

Winters' pants were tied up bit by bit, and his left leg, which was broken by the horse's hooves, left almost no external injuries, leaving only a light red mark.

Anna's fingertips brushed across the dark red mark: "It's almost impossible to see any injury from the outside."

"Um."

"But inside it." Anna's forehead was pressed against her lover's knees and gently hugged her lover's left leg: "It should be completely different, right?"

Winters held back his tears: "Yeah."

Anna put down her rolled-up trouser legs, carefully smoothed the folds above, and sat back next to Winters.

This time the two of them were not at all distance and were close to each other.

"I don't want you to stay here." Winters looked at the ends of Anna's hair, and he dared not look directly into Anna's eyes: "Iron Peak County will become very unsafe."

"You all have white hair." Anna didn't answer positively, she gently surrounded her lover: "Can I pull it out for you?"

Winters rested on Anna's legs obediently, like a puppy.

Anna gently stroked the light white marks on her lover's forehead: "The wound here still has not grown well."

Winters felt the warmth and softness of Anna's body and said "um".

"Maybe it will never grow well."

"Um."

"It's okay." Anna stroked her lover's hair with her fingers: "You're not handsome anyway."

Winters moved his neck a little uneasy.

Anna touched her lover's anxiety and gently pulled out a white hair: "However, there is still a little handsome... Some people say you have a good temperament."

"Yeah." Winters nodded.

"Don't move around."

"Um."

The two were close to each other, and Anna looked for the white hair that appeared and disappeared from time to time in Winters.

"Why didn't you go home? You promised me to go home." Anna asked gently.

Winters was full of thoughts for a moment.

He thought of the piles of broken limbs outside the medical center, the blood poured on his cheeks, the touch in his eyes, the faces of the warriors, the farmers who lived in despair, the farmers who came to visit him with only a few eggs in his arms, the murdered girl from the San Gith Valley - she was less than fourteen years old, and the smile of everyone, he thought of many, many...

But he couldn't tell Anna, for some reason, he couldn't say it, and he didn't know where to start.

"I...I don't know either." Winters replied bitterly: "I don't know how to explain it, sorry."

"It's okay." Anna hugged her lover and gently kissed her on her forehead: "You can tell me slowly in the future, I'm willing to listen. You can tell me for a lifetime."

In an instant, Winters' tears burst out. His body trembled, and tears fell on Anna's clothes, wetting the fabric.

Anna didn't ask why, she just hugged her lover and shed tears silently.

The two of them cried and hugged each other, and Anna couldn't help but hum a song - a song her mother hummed for when she was a child.

"Thank you," Winters whispered.

"Why do you need to thank me?"

"Thank you for being so beautiful." Winters' tears slid across his face: "It's so great, you're even better than I thought."

Anna burst into tears and tugged Winters' forehead: "You are such a bad thing!"

Winters laughed, too.

"What about me?" Winters asked worriedly: "What do you think I am?"

Anna leaned on Winters' head, shook her body gently, and said gently: "There have changed a lot, and there are many things that have not changed. It is different from you in my memory, but I...I still..."

The door was kicked open, and Catherine rushed into the guest room angrily: "Are you two finished? What are you talking about love? Hurry up and get to the point! Kiss her! What are you thinking? So, he doesn't kiss you, you should take the initiative! Even if you do this, you still want to defeat Paratu... Little lady? I'm so angry!"

Winters sat upright for a moment.

Anna blushed and reached out to teach her sister a lesson, but she remembered that her "fiance" was still by her side and could not lose her composure.

"Miss Navare, and Miss Navare, I have another thing to say this time." Winters coughed gently and apologized to the two ladies: "I must go to Revodan as soon as possible and leave tonight. Tiefeng County will become very dangerous. If possible, please follow them back to Hailan."

"What? We have been here all the way, and you are leaving again in less than a day?" Catherine was so angry that she was almost crazy: "What the hell are you thinking? Do you really care about my sister? She gave you everything! You cherish it!"

Winters was also very sad: "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Anna grabbed her sister and asked her lover gently: "When will you come back?"

Katherine was furious when she heard this, her chest was fluttering violently: "Okay, you two are standing together now! I..."

"Don't mess around, Kate." Anna calmly comforted Catherine: "I'm talking about the serious business."

Seeing his sister's expression, Katherine subconsciously became quiet.

"It's three or four days fast, and it's six or seven days slow." Winters made up his mind and said painfully: "I hope you follow them back to the sea blue."

"Be careful on the way, I will wait for you to come back."

"But……"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

Once Madame Navare's eldest daughter made up her mind, nothing could shake her.

Winters gritted his teeth: "If you need anything, please tell Mrs. Mitchell and Mr. Mitchell."

"Thanks."

"I'm leaving."

Anna bowed slightly and saluted: "I hope you will have a good journey."

Winters turned around and walked down the stairs without looking back.

On the first floor of Mitchell's mansion, in the living room, another handsome young man was sitting carelessly on the sofa.

This handsome young man is not a native of Wolf Town. He is wearing casual clothes, but his military temperament is undoubtedly revealed.

His belt was thrown around the small table, with a simple sword and a dagger with a gold-handled and silver sheathed hanging on it.

"Oh." The young man sighed when he saw Winters go downstairs: "I can't convince you to go with me, right?"
To be continued...