Thus, the island was also known as a time–free zone.
Due to the lack of a sense of time, the locals sleep according to their own fatigue levels rather than according to the time when the sun rose and set.
There weren’t many residents on the island, and there were various exquisite little cabins along the coastline.
An hour later, they drove over a bridge and arrived at Sommaroy.
The sky was dim there, even during polar nights. It wasn’t as pitch black as the night in New York City. It was as if they were in twilight without the sun, and although it was dusky, it didn’t obstruct visibility.
The island was covered in white, blanketed by heavy snow. It felt like they had entered a white world.
Looking around, they were surrounded by snowy mountains, and as far as their eyes could see, everywhere was white.
They stayed at a wooden cabin by the seaside, with a view of the ocean from the windows.
It was said that they could see the northern lights just by opening the window.
After dropping off their luggage, they happily ran to the beach, stepping on the white sand on the vast beach. They took photos excitedly as they strolled along the coastline, capturing shots of pretty little cabins. They completely forgot about the cold and had lost track of time.
By the time they realized it, it was already past two in the afternoon.
The three of them went back to the hotel for lunch.
As Imogen went to get her meal in the restaurant, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
She took a closer look and exclaimed in surprise, “Yann?”
Hearing her voice, Yann turned around, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “What a coincidence.”
Though he said that, there was no hint of surprise on his face.
“Indeed, quite a coincidence. I didn’t expect you all to come here.”
“This place is quite famous. My friend wanted to visit it.”
Yann read her mind arid explained cheekily. “He wanted to take a walk to clear his mind.”
“Oh. So when are you planning to leave?”
“Not sure yet. It depends on my friend.”
“After leaving here, are you heading straight back to your country, or do you have other travel plans?”
“Depends on my friend,” Yann repeated.
“We’re planning to go to Ringvassoya next. Do you want to join us?”
Yann didn’t expect Imogen to invite them. A hint of surprise crossed his features.
He casually made a fist and rested it against his chin, clearing his throat. “I’ll ask my friend and let you know. How about you add me on Facebook? I’ll tell you later.”
“Sure.” Imogen found his account and sent him a request before suddenly looking up and asking, “Yann, do you know me?”
Yann instinctively nodded.
As he met Imogen’s inquisitive gaze, he calmly explained, “I saw you in the news.”
“No wonder.”
“All right, I’ll be going now. I’ll let you know once I’ve asked my friend.”
“Okay.”
Imogen studied him as he departed, her eyes filled with suspicion.
She always felt that Yann was a bit strange, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. After lunch, the three of them climbed the snowy slope behind the hotel.
It was a lower snow–covered mountain with a prime location. Standing on top of it allowed them. to overlook all of Sommaroy.
Dressed in heavy clothing, they struggled to make their way through the snow, and halfway up, Imogen was already panting and sweating.
Supporting each other, step by step, they finally reached the top of the slope.
Imogen stood there and looked down, all of Sommaroy lay before them. The cold wind hit their faces, and gone with it was their exhaustion.
At that moment, Yann approached the door of the neighboring room, knocked, and entered with a lackadaisical smile on his face. “Guess who I ran into just now?”
Troy cast him a cool glance.
“Do I even need to guess?”
“Just now, Imogen said they’re heading to Ringvassøya next and asked if I wanted to go with them. She even added me on Facebook.” Sitting down on the sofa, Yann touched his chin in a seemingly serious manner. “What do you think? Did she develop a crush on me?”
Troy’s face fell, and he kicked Yann’s calf. “Your narcissist.”
He
gave Yann another look, and his mind couldn’t help but wonder. Yann did have good looks, but he had a criminal record.
“Of course, Imogen doesn’t know that. If she really took an interest in Yann…” He thought.
Chapter 178 Fuzzy Dream
Be it Liam, Erik, or Yann, he really wanted to get rid of all the men around Imogen.
Yann chuckled. “I said I’d ask my friend, but I know you won’t agree anyway. How about you tail them while I hang out with them?”
Troy was staring daggers at Yann.
Sure enough, Yann was just joking. “I’ll turn down her offer later.“
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