The bright sunlight made Asier feel very comfortable.
One good thing about Nagaril was that it never got too cold.
Two months ago, he had gone to the Federation and nearly died from the freezing temperatures there.
As a Nagaril person—and an illegal immigrant who had lived in the Federation only before the extreme cold arrived—he completely failed to understand how anyone could survive temperatures ten or even twenty degrees below zero! Nagaril was still the best! That was his most genuine thought.
"Are you going out?"
His wife looked at him as she handed him his coat.
It was already very hot in Nagaril—thirty-three degrees—but some Nagaril people still wore coats, and those people were mostly wealthy.
In fact, they did not wear coats because they were cold, but to avoid getting sunburned.
The woman looked to be only in her twenties. Her skin was somewhat fairer than that of ordinary Nagaril people, a little like a Federation person after getting a tan.
She was the mixed-race child of an early foreigner and a local. In Nagaril society, locals with relatively fair skin held considerable status.
She was Asier's third wife.
His first wife had been his former sister-in-law. She had borne him a child and was now somewhat older, approaching forty.
Asier's desire for her had gradually faded. The woman now appeared only for major events, spending the rest of her time on her own affairs.
Later, Asier married another local girl, but unfortunately, she died in childbirth.
Nagaril's medical standards were very limited, and they had not made sufficient preparations before the birth. They had not gone to a Federation hospital.
It was worth mentioning that Federation hospitals were not easy to enter. They only accepted a very small number of Nagaril's powerful elite and were hospitals