Riverwood City Airport. The summer in Riverwood City is still as sultry as ever. On such a hot day, a girl wearing a white sweater coat stood out among the crowd dressed in light clothing. She wore a hat with a wide brim, making it difficult to see her face, only her hands, so pale they almost seemed to glow. Occasionally, someone would glance over, wondering how she wasn’t hot dressed like that in such weather. The baggage claim area was crowded. The girl in the sweater coat was nearly knocked over. The person who bumped into her didn’t apologize but instead mocked, "I barely touched you, and you’re about to fall. Are you trying to scam me?" Under the cover of the wide brimmed hat, the girl’s lips pursed in displeasure. The person, annoyed, said, "Why are you still blocking the way? Move aside; you’re in the way of me getting my luggage." With that, he waved his hand and knocked the woman’s hat off. A face as if it hadn’t seen the sun for years, pale and exquisite, so fragile it didn’t seem real, like a snow maiden appearing suddenly in the scorching summer. In the 30-degree sweltering weather, seeing her actually brought a feeling of coolness. The strong light caused her a bit of eye pain, and she raised her hand to shield herself. The next moment, she curved her lips, gesturing in sign language in a flustered manner, her big eyes misty and innocent, making anyone who saw her feel pity. Seeing this scene, some people immediately took her side. "How could you bully a deaf and mute person ?" "She looks so frail. You didn’t apologize after bumping into her, and even pushed her." "Apologize! You won’t be allowed to leave until you do!" A number of people in the crowd gathered around the person to reprimand him. The girl had already pushed her suitcase and calmly walked out of the crowd. Facing away, she revealed a mischievous smile. Why hasn’t Emma Lewis arrived yet? She stepped out of the airport, and the scorching sunlight hit her, prompting her to quickly put her hat back on. She hadn’t seen sunlight in so long; the light was too strong and glaring, and the sun burning on her skin was painful. As soon as the girl put her hat back on, she heard a robust shout from the side of the road: "Nancy!" Five years had passed, and she was no longer Amelia Wright. Having died once, she had come to terms with many things and dared to use this name now. Emma Lewis ran over like a gust of wind, soaked in sweat, rushing towards Nancy. Nancy stood there, delicate and fragile. As Emma got closer, she suddenly realized, with that small frame, such a collision could really be problematic. She tried to stop, but she was running too fast, and couldn’t come to a halt in time. Finally, with a slight shout, Emma stomped her right foot, narrowly stopping in front of Nancy, only to blow Nancy’s hat off with the wind she raised. Emma gasped and said, "You... you finally came back. I just knew you’d be alright. You’ve got no heart, not contacting for five years, nowhere to find you. The Allen family didn’t breathe a word; they all said you didn’t make it back then. When you messaged me yesterday, I thought someone was pranking me." Nancy looked down at the hat on the ground helplessly; it seemed dirty now... Emma grabbed her, looking her over intently. Five years passed, and time seemed to leave no trace on her, still the same as before, her entire being looking more fragile, yet there was a new vitality. Not the physical vitality, but spiritual vitality. Emma felt like crying and laughing. Afraid of the sun, Nancy stood in Emma’s shadow, taking out a small notebook she carried with her, and started writing. Emma’s excitement froze, her eyes widening: "You... why aren’t you talking? Did that medicine make you mute?" Emma said, looking at the notebook in Nancy’s hand. On the notebook it was written. "It’s not that I didn’t contact everyone; I was in a coma for five years. Even the family didn’t know if I would wake up, so they didn’t tell anyone." Emma, shocked, covered her mouth, continuing to read. "My voice isn’t mute, but the medicine damaged my vocal cords. I’ve only just woken up, and it might take some time before I can speak again. As soon as I could barely move, I returned to Riverwood City to find you all. How is everyone? My child... is she alright?" Seeing this explanation, Emma wanted to cry even more. Nancy’s health had always been poor, and she wasn’t fond of speaking. Now, she truly couldn’t speak. That incident put her in a coma for five years. Thankfully, she woke up. Emma’s heart ached as she said, "Everyone’s doing well, and so is the child. I didn’t tell her about your return because I wanted to see with my own eyes if it was really you. I was afraid her expectations would lead to disappointment." Nancy’s eyes showed a hint of apology. Emma wiped the corners of her eyes, smiling: "It’s okay, it’s good that you’re back, really good. Come on, we can talk slowly once we’re home. Old Mr. Reed will be so happy to see you." Nancy nodded. Chapters fırst released on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Emma took the suitcase, and they walked together to the parking area. Looking at the car in front, with a large dent in the front, Nancy raised an eyebrow. Emma, slightly embarrassed, said, "I had intended to arrive two hours early, but I had a small car accident on the way. After a lot of negotiating, the other party finally allowed me to leave." No wonder Emma was drenched in sweat. Nancy frowned and wrote: "Are you okay?" Emma patted her chest and said, "I’m fine, just a minor issue! Come on, let’s head home first. Despite the dents, the car still runs!" Nancy smiled slightly; five years had passed, and Emma was still the same Emma. Nancy got in the car, and they headed towards Ink Manor. A month ago, she awoke from the coma, unable to speak and barely able to move. Although her family had taken good care of her, preventing muscle atrophy, she had been bedridden for so long that it took a month of exercise to barely start walking. During this time, Nancy held back and didn’t contact anyone. She was afraid that once she made contact, she wouldn’t be able to control the urge to return. She didn’t want those who cared about her to see her unable to take care of herself. She had too much to ask, but everything could wait until she got back. Along the way, Nancy quietly listened to Emma’s endless chatter. After Nancy and the others left the airport, Edward Allen quietly emerged from the crowd and without a word, caught a middle-aged man and beat him up. The person he beat was the one who had previously bumped into and insulted Nancy. "That’s for bullying my sister!" After finishing, Edward stealthily continued to follow them. The family was worried about Nancy going out alone, but they didn’t want her to feel pressured, so they could only have Edward follow secretly. The Allen family knew about Nancy’s child. After Nancy fell into a deep coma, they tried to bring the child back. But Emma refused, saying Nancy had entrusted her to take care of the child. The Allen family, immersed in the sorrow of not knowing whether their daughter would wake up, didn’t insist, only occasionally sneaking glances. Now that their daughter had awakened and wanted to see her child, they wouldn’t stop her. At this moment, Emma and the others arrived at the old district. From a distance, Nancy saw a little girl at the entrance of Ink Manor. The little girl was somewhat skinny, dressed in a loose short-sleeve and short pants set, standing in front of two slightly bigger boys. The children seemed to be having some sort of dispute. At a glance, Nancy recognized the skinny little girl as her daughter, looking so much like her, those eyes exactly like hers, but whereas her own were always indifferent, the child’s were bright and black.