Olivia tried her best to put on a smile. "That's fine."

Connor looked like a different person now. He had changed out of branded clothes and into the clothes that belonged to Martha's children.

Olivia wondered how many children had worn the same clothes. There were even patches sewn on older patches.

The clothes were thicker, firmer, and also warmer.

Connor didn't seem to mind, though. He followed behind Olivia like a little puppy.

Sometimes, he would curiously try to chase after cats or pull at the grass by the roadside. Everything here was new to him.

Olivia had followed him onto the boat with the resolve that she might lose her life. Hence, she quickly got used to the island.

It wasn't as advanced as the city, but it was much cleaner.

As Olivia held Connor in her arms, enjoying the breeze, she suddenly had the urge to just live here.

But she knew very well that it would be a matter of time before they were found, even if the island wasn't marked on the map.

One day, Ethan'