He took her to the top of the mountain. The newly renovated Nishiyama was much more pleasant than the chaotic scene she had seen before.
Sophia remembered the last time he brought her here, when they came to pay respects to his mother. Now, those graves had been moved to the northern part of Mesha Island. The Nishiyama project had been acquired by Lucas, and next year, a film resort would be built here.
There would be economic benefits, but the tranquility of the island would inevitably be shattered.
He must have been unwilling to accept it—his own territory had been forcibly taken by a competitor.
The temperature difference between day and night was stark. Standing on the mountaintop, the sea breeze hit her face, carrying a coolness. Sophia hugged her arms and rubbed them.
A jacket with a faint scent of tobacco and seaweed was draped over her shoulders, the familiar smell, a fragrance that had haunted her for the past year.