Chapter 92

“It’s very windy today. I should dress warmly.”

The black-haired woman gently cupped Kian’s cheeks in both hands and spoke in a soft voice.

Despite the cloudy weather, the light streaming from behind her was so intense that, in the backlight, all Kian could make out were the woman’s sunken cheeks.

‘Ah, it’s this dream again.’

The dream kept recurring whenever Kian was about to forget it, and she calmly accepted the cloak the woman wrapped around her.

Though no one had ever told her, she instinctively knew that the woman standing before her was the mother who had given birth to her.

But that was all.

She did not know the name of the mother whose face was unfamiliar to her or why she was crying. She knew nothing.

As Kian drank the warm tea the woman had given her, she gazed out the window. All she could see through the tiny window was pure white ice.

As she stared outside, her view suddenly shifted...