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Thus, the island was also known as a time–free zone.

Due to the lack of a sense of time, the locals sleep according to their own fatigue levels rather than according to the time when the sun rose and set.

There weren’t many residents on the island, and there were various exquisite little cabins along the coastline.

An hour later, they drove over a bridge and arrived at Sommaroy.

The sky was dim there, even during polar nights. It wasn’t as pitch black as the night in New York City. It was as if they were in twilight without the sun, and although it was dusky, it didn’t obstruct visibility.

The island was covered in white, blanketed by heavy snow. It felt like they had entered a white world.

Looking around, they were surrounded by snowy mountains, and as far as their eyes could see, everywhere was white.

They stayed at a wooden cabin by the seaside, with a view of the ocean from the windows.

It was said that they could see the northern lights just by opening the window.

After dropping off their luggage, they happily ran to the beach, stepping on the white sand on the vast beach. They took photos excitedly as they strolled along the coastline, capturing shots of pretty little cabins. They completely forgot about the cold and had lost track of time.

By the time they realized it, it was already past two in the afternoon.

The three of them went back to the hotel for lunch.

As Imogen went to get her meal in the restaurant, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

She took a closer look and exclaimed in surprise, “Yann?”

raising an

he said that, there was no hint of surprise

coincidence. I didn’t expect you all to come

place is quite famous. My friend wanted to

wanted

you

sure yet. It depends

back to your country, or do

on my friend,” Yann repeated.

Ringvassoya next. Do you want to join us?”

invite them. A hint of

fist and rested it against his chin, clearing his throat. “I’ll ask my friend and let you know. How about you

found his account and sent him a request before suddenly looking up and asking, “Yann, do you

Yann instinctively nodded.

met Imogen’s inquisitive gaze, he calmly explained,

“No wonder.”

I’ll let you know once I’ve asked

“Okay.”

as he departed, her

that Yann was a bit strange, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. After lunch, the three of them climbed the snowy

lower snow–covered mountain with a prime location. Standing on top of it allowed them. to overlook all of

clothing, they struggled to make their way through the snow, and halfway up, Imogen was already panting

step by step, they finally

lay before them. The cold wind hit their faces, and gone with it was their