In G Country, I reached out to one of my few friends.

"This sanatorium is really good, and it's close to my house. Apart from being a bit pricey, it's perfect," Freya said, just as unchanged as ever.

"Nelly, are you really not planning to return home?" Freya couldn't understand my choice.

Freya had chosen to emigrate to escape her family, but she still had a house and a burial plot back home. She said she couldn't die abroad.

I smiled and patted her head, just like when we were kids. Her hair was still soft and fluffy.

"You know, there's no one I want to see back home. Like...