In the early hours of August 29, only two days remain before the battle in Iceland begins.
In a villa atop the snowy mountain, Xia Pingzhou opened his eyes from bed, with a nearby fireplace burning warmly to ward off the cold of the snowy peak.
The match crackled, scattering tiny sparks.
He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, silent for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window. A light rain was falling from the sky, silently melting the mountain snow in the rain curtain.
Xia Pingzhou had a nightmare again.
Unusually, he suddenly dreamed of a long-haired girl who always wore a black and white school uniform, sitting alone in the corner eating cookies.
In his memory, Yanmo Lin would either lower her eyes and sharpen a knife or eat boring puffed cookies while watching mindless cartoons, leaving one unsure of her thoughts.
Just a few days before their defection, that evening, the two were sitting in an underground bar in Hai Fan City, and she said something.
