"Why?" Anna asked with her brows pressed together. Her tone was laced with a hint of displeasure.　　0

Staring at the empty bowl on the table, Charles slowly expressed his thoughts. "All those nine years, there wasn't a single moment that I wasn't questioning the heavens. Why me? Why not someone else? I risked my life to sail the seas, madly searching for the Land of Light. Sometimes, I don't even know whether I was trying to find a way home or seeking my own demise."0

A trace of sadness flashed across Anna's eyes. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her hair, and gently leaned against Charles.0

"Now, I've suddenly come to terms with it," Charles continued. "There are no whys in this world. Everything is predetermined—it’s fate."2

Anna toyed with Charles' fingernails with her slender fingers and said, "Since you've come to terms...0