Chapter 8

The countdown to my overseas assignment was ticking closer, with just three days left.

In the office, my boss was discussing the relevant matters with me.

During our conversation, he asked:

"You're probably not coming back after this trip. Have you talked it over with your girlfriend?"

I shook my head with a smile, my tone nonchalant.

"I'm currently single, no girlfriend."

My boss seemed to realize something. He stood up and gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder, encouraging me.

"A good man's ambitions lie beyond the horizon!"

"Damien, I believe you'll carve out your own path to success."

Inspired, I nodded in agreement.

Just when I thought I'd never see Lyanna again, she appeared at the foot of my apartment building.

It was already October, with the bitter northern wind blowing relentlessly.

She was dressed thinly, her figure gaunt, long hair tousled by the wind, revealing a pale face beneath.

Seeing her again, I felt nothing but displeasure, my voice as cold as ice: