Chapter 596

Ann built a pair of snowmen every day. Now, 55 pairs stood majestically across Ghostly Glacier Island. As she admired the impressive array, she commented with a hint of irony, "They're beginning to look like knight statues." She laughed heartily, but then her laughter faded into a deep sigh. Her expression shifted to one of melancholy. Each snowman pair carried the weight of Ann's deepest hopes and fervent prayers—a prayer for a safe escape and a hope to reunite with Wyatt. She was uncertain if she could escape the island before it became entirely consumed by her hopes and prayers. Even if she managed to leave the island in 10 or 20 years, it would still be too late. "By then, Wyatt might have found someone else, settled down, and started a family. He's a catch, after all. Surely there are women better suited for him than I am." Ann laughed bitterly before continuing in a detached tone, "If that's the case, I'll disappear from his life entirely and let him believe I'm gone for goo