It had almost been about half an hour since Anastasia started to look outside the window.
She was appreciating each and everything that her eyes were able to capture – the trees with a few leaves intact on their branches, the birds that were flying to look for food, the soft morning breeze, and the sparse sunlight that fell through the branches of the trees.
She was so engrossed in the view outside that she almost forgot she was traveling together with her husband, not that he minded though.
However, Caspian was a little concerned when she sneezed continuously for a couple of times.
He slightly tilted his head to catch her attention and said in a polite voice, “Anna, I think we should close the window for a while. Else, you might catch a cold.”
“Ah! Yes, of course,” Anastasia sniffled and said in a little disheartened voice.
