Fang Hong saw Lady Kuisu hurriedly heading outside and asked, "Lady Kuisu, is something the matter?"
"Don't worry, little captain," Lady Kuisu smiled slightly and shook her head. "It's just that the winter hunting season is approaching, and I plan to give the workers a day off to relax. By the way, there's a celebration tonight, I heard there's going to be a fireworks display. Aren't you joining, Lord Captain?"
Despite having endured the pain of losing a child, time has been enough to heal all wounds, or at least bury the pain deep within her heart. As a team leader, this lady no longer shows any hesitation, handling sorrow with calmness.
It is the years of snow and wind that have formed a resolute look between her eyebrows, able to face everything with composure. This is the woman of the Northern Territory, shaped by harsh frost, just like the thick calluses on her rugged hands.
It is a hand that holds a logging axe.
In her early years, she was just a woodcutter.
