"There would be three rooms downstairs too. A kitchen, a firewood room, and a dining room. Then, I would build a two-meter-high wall and a well outside. Our children could play in the yard every day. We could also take them to the beach every day and live a free and unfettered life." Jasper Milton said thoughtfully.
She listened to him talk.
His voice was deep, pleasant, much like the sound of a cello.
An image flashed through her mind: A house facing the sea and spring flowers blossoming around.
Stella Grace moved a stone to his side so that she could sit down beside him. She held Jasper's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, we still have our own responsibilities.
Your parents, your army, your promise, my parents, my promise, and my wish.
However, as long as we are alive, there will still be hope.
I promise that when we finish what we have to do, if you still want to come to this island, I will accompany you."
