Arriving at a farm, Emily immediately knocked on the door. Her heart was pounding as she waited. She wasn't sure how to greet or ask. Her brain was too full of fear and anxiety. When the door opened, her back straightened. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, occasionally squeezing the pants. "Sky?" she greeted spontaneously as a woman appeared from inside. However, realizing that the figure in front of her was a middle-aged woman, she quickly corrected herself. "Mrs. Hills." Alice Hills was petrified. Her eyes flickered to study Emily's face. Occasionally she looked up at the sky, making sure that it was already dark. "Emily? What are you doing here?" she sighed. Emily smiled faintly. She realized that her eyes had heated up. Tears must have flowed there. "Sorry to bother you at this hour. I was actually planning to come tomorrow morning. But there's something important I need to ask Sky. Is she here?" Alice gaped wordlessly. She seemed unsure whether to answer
When she woke up, Emily stared wide-eyed at the round face in front of her. She remembered she had met Sky last night. She also remembered when everything turned dark. But now, why was Sky suddenly young again? "Is this a dream? I'm still asleep?" Blinking weakly, Emily checked the surroundings. She was in a small room. Her body lay on the bed. Her clothes were still the same as last night. Her body size too. So why was Sky any different? "Sky?" she asked quietly. Suddenly, the little girl with curly hair laughed. Her voice was similar to young Sky. "I'm not Sky, but Summer." Emily's eyebrows rose higher. "Summer? The one who accompanied Sky from France? The one who named a dog after me? You're a child?" The little girl nodded cutely. She was in sheep-patterned pajamas. With hands pressing her thighs, she looked adorable. "Yes, that's my name. I was born in winter, but Mama named me Summer. Mama said, I came into this world bringing warmth." She hugged herself. Emily
“This is what you found? Cayden has been lying here?” Emily choked with sadness. "That's what I first thought before finally, I discovered something odd." Emily's tears froze. "Something odd?" Sky opened the second page. Pieces of news articles were neatly arranged there. "These are the screenshots I wanted to show you. You know? At the time, it was big news. But in just a few hours, it was all gone." Emily's eyes trembled faintly. She studied the articles one by one. “Quebracha Mourns. A fatal accident has taken the life of their best son.” “Cayden Evans died after being rushed to hospital. Princeton Evans, his younger brother, is currently struggling through a critical phase." "The police are still investigating the cause of the accident. The Evans family suspects it was premeditated murder." Then, Emily's attention turned to a photo of two men who looked similar and familiar. It was like there were two Princes there. She couldn't tell which one was her former bodyg
"Curly Sheep, don't be naughty! Come on, put on your necklace! I have chosen you to be the leader. You need this so that your friends will obey, and it will be easier for me to recognize you. Curly Sheep!" Summer ran while waving. Her other hand held a rope that had been tied to a bell. Whether because it was afraid of the bell or the little girl's voice, the sheep kept to move away. As a result, the two of them ran in circles in the arena inside the fence. "Summer, stop chasing that poor sheep! Don't you feel sorry for him? He's scared. If he's stressed, his fur will fall out later." Instead of listening, Summer ran even faster. Her laughter tickled all the hearts of those who heard. "No, Mama. That sheep is the future leader of the flock. He must not be afraid of anything. He must be bold and brave. That's why, he must wear a necklace. This is a symbol of his courage. Curly Sheep!" Shaking her head in amusement, Sky finally got up from the chair. She chased her lively li
Emily took a deep breath. Her eyes couldn't leave the name of the sender of the message. "Is this Prince—I mean Cayden? Since he couldn't tell me in person, he had to contact me via email?" With teary eyes and a heart full of hope, Emily opened the message. As her heart pounded violently, her lungs filled with emotions dominated by joy. Cayden Evans attached a picture. In the body of the text, there was a sentence, "Human interest photography has been my favorite since this picture." "These are clearly Prince's words. Turns out he is Cayden! So what is this? Could it be ...." Emily swallowed hard. With shaking fingers, she downloaded the file. As soon as the image was shown, she quickly covered her mouth. Along with the sigh of laughter, emotion dripped from the corner of her eye. It was a photo of her four-year-old self at the horse farm! A photo taken by Cayden without her knowledge at their first meeting! "He is Cayden! He kept his promise to show me this photo again!
"W-who are you?" Emily asked in a choked voice. All her nerves tensed. It was as if she was seeing a ghost in front of her. Knowing the girl's fear, the masked man hid in the shadows again. At that moment, Emily could see that he was limping even though he was assisted by a cane. "Did I scare you?" The man looked down. One of his hands rose to ensure that the mask was on properly. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. If only I knew you couldn't see me ...." The man sighed heavily. "I shouldn't have kept my promise to see you." Emily blinked confusedly. Her eyes refused to look away from him. "You sent me that email? You ... are Cayden?" The man pointed his index finger. Instead of answering, he went in and came back with a rather large box that looked heavy. "What's that?" Emily asked worriedly. "You've taken the trouble to come here. It would be a shame if your trip was in vain. So, even though you don't want to talk to me, please accept this." Emily didn't dare move. She didn
The longer Emily thought about Prince, the more thorns grew in her heart. When she couldn't stand the pain, her hand rose to clutch her chest. "But it wasn't like an act. I felt like he was sincere—" "It was just an act, Emily. He's good at it. Otherwise, how could he attract so many girls out there? He's pretending to be me." While Emily was trapped in confusion, Cayden said softly, "The guy who has been with you for the past few days is fake, Emily. He's just trying to fulfill his final mission to destroy my life. He knows how important you are to me. He wants to take you from me, having you completely so that I break." Emily subconsciously shook her head. She still had difficulty digesting the information that was too shocking for her. "No, tell me it's not true." "I speak the truth, Emily. You are my motivation to survive. If you fell in his arms, I can't imagine what my life would be like. I would no longer have a reason to fight." Suddenly, Cayden put a photo on the b
"Cayden Evans?" Summer squinted. Her hands were still on her hips. "I've never heard of that name. Who are you, Cayden Evans?" "I'm a photographer who has known Emily before your mother knew her, but Emily and I have been separated for a long time. Only now can we meet again. I can even be in NZ because I follow her." Summer's lips pursed. Her cheeks puffed up a little. "Where's the proof that you are her friend?" Prince ran to get his camera. He showed a photo of Emily and himself at Mont Saint Michel. Summer observed it carefully. "This guy looks like you," she muttered as she compared. "Eyes, nose, lips. I think this is you. You also look close to Aunt Emily. Okay, now I believe you are her friend." Feeling amused, Prince stroked Summer's head. "Then, could you please call Emily now? I have something important to discuss with her." "Auntie isn't here, Sir. She's away." Prince's eyes widened. The answer was beyond his expectations. "Where is she?" "Auntie said