On a clear winter morning, after being washed by the biting winter wind, the bright pale blue sky became exceptionally crystal clear.
Sunlight filtered through the spotless window glass into the ward, casting a faint golden halo over the entire pure space.
The interior of the ward was mainly decorated in a natural wood tone, with light brown wooden floors and furniture complemented by white walls and fabrics.
"Violet, thank you for your protection of my sister all along. Thanks to you, the Blood Clan didn't dare to approach Saint Kray Monastery."
The Ninth Army God Marquis Ryan sincerely bowed to Violet, who had just woken up in the hospital bed this morning.
During the time he was controlled, the Blood Clan even harbored ill intentions towards his sister Ursula. Without Violet's firm stance, Ryan might have long violated Ursula's wishes and taken her back to the Marquess' House.
