The woman glanced at Snowy, and the fox immediately strutted over and affectionately rubbed against her hand. A trace of warmth flickered in her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by her usual cool composure.

"Thank you," she said. "Once I've recovered, I'll leave and won't trouble you anymore."

"No worry," Dustin replied. "Just focus on your recovery. By the way, may I know your name?"

She was silent for a moment before answering softly, "Blanche Frost."

Over the next few days, Blanche stayed at the villa to recover. She spoke very little and spent most of her time meditating to restore her strength. Occasionally, she would stand by the window, gazing toward the distant mountains, lost in thought.

Dustin soon noticed something unusual. Her recovery speed was astonishing. Injuries that would have left an ordinary person bedridden for months had healed to the point of near recovery in just a few days.

One afternoon, he was trimming plants in the courtyard wh