By the light of the bonfire, the woman saw their faces clearly and couldn't help but slightly open her mouth in surprise, "Ah, you... are so beautiful, just like... just like angels."
The woman's voice was somewhat weak, but her tone still revealed full enthusiasm: "Sorry, I have never seen such beautiful people with such kind hearts."
Lavinia pursed her lips and said, "You're beautiful too."
The woman hastily said, "Please, you two beautiful guests, keep a little distance from me. I am ill and sometimes cough... How rude of me; we don't even have a place for you to sit, nor can we offer you a cup of tea."
Losa smiled and said, "It's alright."
Lavinia asked, "What illness do you have? Have you visited a clinic or monastery hospital?"
Yorick looked a bit embarrassed, "I haven't had the chance to go."
Seeing Yorick's expression, Lavinia instantly understood that it was likely because medical fees were too expensive.
