Madeleine clenched her glass of alcohol tightly without making a sound, as the man's face flashed through her mind…
She had loved so decisively back then, only to realize in the end she couldn't bear the thought of the man she loved being stuck with someone he didn't love for a lifetime. So, she forced herself to let go, and fled to the foreign lands of Oceania alone, nursing her wounds in secret.
Just like that, three and a half years had passed without him…
They say time is the best healer of wounds, but she had been in Oceania for three and a half years, nursing her injuries for nearly fifteen hundred days, yet the image of that man was still imprinted in her heart, as vivid and deep as ever.
From the day she arrived in Oceania, breathing the air that was void of his presence, she realized that being by his side, even in pain, was like a beautiful dream.
