The sound of the storm was enough to bury everyone's words, but Ewen's deep and calm voice still reached Cinderella's ears with perfect clarity. In an instant, all the thunder and rainfall seemed to recede as if the whole world had vanished, leaving only the two of them conversing in silence.
Thirty-three years ago...
Cinderella looked at Ewen's profile, while Ewen's eyes gazed into the distance.
"When I was born, the Rage of Scorched Earth had already ended for many years, but the nations still hadn't recovered from the wounds of war. Life then was awful; not only was there a scarcity of resources, but the order had yet to be completely reestablished. Fortunately, I lived in a relatively decent family."
Ewen wasn't just recounting his life to Cinderella; he was gradually reminiscing about all of this. Although this was obviously Ewen's life, with the long passage of time, looking back inevitably added a sense of estrangement.
