Seeing him snatch the soldiers' duty to stand guard and escape from her, Ruby Bluen felt a tinge of bitterness in her heart. She silently stepped forward, took off the military coat she was wearing, and gently placed it on Marcel Horne's shoulders.
Marcel Horne did not move, so she went ahead and fastened the first button of the coat to prevent it from falling to the ground. Then she took a deep look at Marcel Horne, who stood still like a statue, before turning away and quietly leaving.
As she turned to leave, a complex mix of emotions flickered through the cold blackness of Marcel Horne's eyes.
When the sky is about to change, no one can predict it.
