It seemed to be a special night. Hilla asked Margaret to take care of Halle. She sat at the table and looked at the scene outside the window.
At night, the sky of the city was magical. It was not as dark as the countryside and always had a glimmer of light, which seemed to attract those who were lost in the dark.
Dressed in a silk veil, Hilla looked out of the window and felt the breeze on her face.
Being caressed by the breeze was so comfortable. Hilla smiled and got up to open the glass door.
The wind poured in. The room instantly became cool.
Hilla leaned her head against the bed and stared at the Apple of the Eye in her arms, the only thing she had kept.
Fortunately, she wasn't so stupid and didn't throw everything away.
The wind fluttered the white wheat curtain.
Hilla felt the wind blowing on her body, and the heat on her body was taken away.
She smiled and closed her eyes to sleep.
The living was still alive. They had to move on.
