Bab 797: Funeral (2)

It was the first time he dreamt of a place so beautiful. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

Within the layers of light, he saw a white-haired young man, who had lowered his head and was smiling even as he was putting a ring onto a girl's finger. There was no pain nor misfortune. That scene was full of so much happiness and joy that he felt like he could experience the same thing too. Then, he woke up from his dream.

Charles opened his eye and heard the sound of water boiling. The firewood cracked in the stove. Someone was sitting in front of the stove, with his back facing against Charles. He was watching the fire.

"Is it morning already?" Charles looked up with a confused look on his face.