"Cyrus!" Roxanna shouted the moment she spotted him sitting alone in front of the burned farm. "What are you doing here?"
Cyrus slowly lifted his head at the sound of her voice. The orange light of the setting sun fell across his face, making his red hair look brighter than usual.
For a moment, he simply stared at her without saying anything.
The area around him was a complete mess. Burned wood, ash, and broken stones were scattered everywhere. Even a child could tell how much hard work they had put into taking care of the farm, only for everything to end up destroyed like this.
"I was checking the damage," he finally answered quietly.
But Roxanna immediately frowned. "By yourself?"
Cyrus lowered his gaze again before lowly replying, "I just wanted to look at it alone."
Roxanna's chest tightened a little after hearing that.
