Driven by curiosity, Martin quickened his pace.
But as he approached and saw a little mound by the fire, Martin was completely frozen in shock.
This little mound looked like a grave.
"Could something have happened to someone?" Martin's expression changed.
From a distance, Aimee's face looked haggard, her eyes were red and puffy as if she had just finished crying, which made Martin feel even more that something was wrong.
"Martin, although we haven't known each other for long, thank you for saving me on this deserted island, and thank you for taking care of me..." Aimee sat in front of the little mound by the fire, murmuring softly to herself.
Martin heard what Aimee said, and his head spun, especially when he saw Aimee calling his name to the little mound, he was almost scared to sit
