She walked away, facing the bleak autumn wind, and this time, the man did not follow her.
With her last bit of energy, she stubbornly walked the main road, then turned down a small path, and finally passed through a village, until the sky began to lighten, she collapsed, exhausted as if she had spent all her life's strength. As she fell, she saw a blurry, slim figure coming slowly from the end of the road, and at last, the figure squatted down in front of her to pick her up, then cried out in alarm, "Seventeen."
"Beauty…"
Seventeen woke up from her sleep, calling out for Beauty Child.
Sunlight shone on her face, making her feel a hint of warmth, no longer the coldness she felt countless nights before in the chilly castle.
Seventeen rubbed her forehead, smiling, "Dreaming again."
Since she escaped from Bruce's castle, this dream had appeared again and again in her sleep, growing longer each time, to the point where today's dream was the longest, so long that...