The June sea breeze caressed the golden sea surface.
Ethan awakened to the sound of the blaring steam whistle.
Looking at the old-fashioned cabin ceiling above, for a moment, Ethan felt as if he had returned to those early days.
However, the soft comfortable mattress beneath him and the warm sunlight shining through the porthole assured him that he hadn't gone back, time was still moving forward.
It was June now.
The vast sea outside the porthole was no longer the cold Beihai of October, with no icebergs standing on the distant sea surface.
At this moment, Anya seemed to hear the noise, came in from the compartment, and said to Ethan, "Young master, you're awake. Would you like a cup of coffee first? It'll be a while before we reach the Royal Capital."
Anya wasn't wearing the black hunting outfit she wore when they first met today either.
