William Clark no longer listened to the children's arguing; he had already arrived at his own doorstep. He took the firewood off his back, brushed the snow from his body, and pushed open the door. Instantly, a wave of warmth surged out from the room, while the cold wind outside seemed to find a new territory to invade, howling into the room and making the brazier on the floor shake repeatedly.

On the bed in the room, the young girl hiding under the covers felt the chill invade and visibly shivered. She lifted her pale, sickly face, her willow-shaped brows arching with a faint happiness.

"Brother, you're back..." the girl said, quickly shifting on the bed and letting her feet touch the floor.

When William Clark saw his younger sister Edward Clark getting out of bed, his thick brows unconsciously knitted together. He stepped into the room in one stride, hurriedly closed the wooden door behind him with both hands, blocking more cold wind from entering. The wind and snow still blew in through the crack in the door, hitting his back, but could only barely squeeze past his ribs, carrying a bit of chill toward his sister's bed.

William Clark casually slid the bolt into place, his tone a mix of seventy percent affection and thirty percent reproach: "How many times have I told you, if you're not well, don't get out of bed."

"I'm fine..." Edward Clark smiled. "Didn't you notice, brother? I'm much better than yesterday."

William Clark pressed Edward Clark back onto the bed, covered her with the warm quilt, and added a few more pieces of firewood to the stove, making the flames burn even brighter. The firewood crackled as it burned, and the house became even warmer.

"Brother, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Edward Clark poked her little head out from under the covers, looking happily at her big brother who was busy cooking.

"I caught a rabbit today. I'll stew it for you in a bit." William Clark skillfully used the kitchen knife, slicing the rabbit meat off the bones piece by piece. In just a short time, all the meat was separated from the rabbit's bones, yet the knife in William Clark's hand never once struck the bones.

"I love eating rabbit." Edward Clark said with a happy smile, wrapping the quilt tighter around herself. She knew her health wasn't good, and her brother was always running around and worrying for her. When she smiled happily, her brother would be happy too.

William Clark turned and smiled at his sister. Ever since he woke up one morning eight years ago, almost all his memories from before the age of ten had disappeared. The only memory left was of his sickly younger sister Edward Clark. She was his most important family, the one he had to take care of.

As for the fathers, mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers that other children had? William Clark realized that in both his and his sister's memories, there was no trace of these relatives at all.

William Clark had once tried to recover his memories, but found there was simply no way to do so, let alone find any relatives. The doctors in the city said this was called amnesia—maybe a blow to the head with a hammer would bring his memory back, but it could also kill him.

As for such quack remedies that sounded more like a way to harm people, William Clark had no interest in trying them. If it were just him alone, maybe it would be worth the risk, but with his most important sister by his side... well, if the memories were lost, so be it! Taking care of the most important person in front of him was what really mattered!

Dong! Dong! Dong!...

A slow, not very forceful knocking sounded from outside. Edward Clark, hiding under the covers, blinked her big eyes. "Brother, Old Clark is here."

"Mm, I know. I'll go open the door."

William Clark put the rabbit meat and seasonings into the pot, turned, and quickly walked to the door, not forgetting to glance back at Edward Clark, who was hiding under the covers and grinning at him smugly. "You can even recognize footsteps now."

"Of course..." Edward Clark lifted her chin proudly. In the past, only her brother could tell who was coming just by hearing their footsteps or knocking, which made her envious. Now, she could finally do it too.

In the wind and snow outside the door, Old Clark was already covered in snow. William Clark quickly made way for the old man, using his own body to block the cold wind from blowing toward Edward Clark. "Village chief, it's cold outside, please come in."

William Clark felt full of gratitude toward Old Clark. Four years ago, when he and his sister wandered to this place, Old Clark didn't ask them to show any ID to prove their background was clean, unlike the village chiefs in other villages. Instead, he warmly welcomed them and even helped them get village resident IDs. With those, William Clark could freely go in and out of nearby towns to sell the firewood and game he collected.

Old Clark stood outside the door, shook the snow off his coat, and carried a small clay pot into the room.

William Clark poured a cup of hot tea for Old Clark, handed him a towel soaked in hot water, and then picked up the small wooden box by the bedside.

While wiping his face with the hot towel, Old Clark looked at the busy William Clark with great satisfaction, secretly glad that he hadn't helped the wrong people back then. These two siblings were kind children who knew how to be grateful.