She was once again locked in the small dark room, the ship swiftly sailing away, breaking through the waves, speeding toward the distance.
Feeling the swaying of the ship, Iris Harris couldn't help but furrow her brows.
These days here felt like a dream. She thought a storm would be waiting for her arrival, yet now it was so calm and peaceful.
She knew Vincent was no good person. Her current tranquility was because someone was shielding her from the storm where she couldn't see...
Brandan...
Thinking of this name, a sharp pain pricked her heart. She closed her eyes helplessly, listening to the sound of the waves outside.
The more she didn't want to owe him, the more she felt indebted to him.
...
The sky gradually darkened, and it wasn't clear how much time passed before it slowly brightened again. Iris Harris watched as the sunlight outside the window illuminated the floor bit by bit, and she stood up to look out the window.
The distant horizon was already clearly visible.
