At that moment.

A helicopter slowly descended to the ground from which emerged an elegant and noble woman.

"Your Majesty, there are wolf packs in the forest ahead."

"Your Majesty, this place is too dangerous. We need to leave here quickly."

The woman's guards kept reminding her.

The queen looked up and lazily said, "I remember Mystic's outpost is near this forest. Let's pass through the woods here first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The group of people prepared to board the helicopter and leave.

At that moment, a dark figure rushed out from the distance before collapsing before them.

"Who is it?"

The guard cautiously approached.

Utterly drained of blood, everything went black before Invincible's eyes. Weakly, he reached out for help from the figure ahead.

"Save me. Please save me."

After saying that, he fell unconscious.

The guard inspected him and found the newcomer to be a wounded man. He then headed back to inform his queen of the newcomer.

"Your Majesty, a man has fainted up ahead."

The queen, eyes closed in contemplation, slowly looked up upon hearing that.

"Dr. Umar, please attend to him."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

20 minutes later, Dr. Umar returned and reported, "Your Majesty, the man has lost a lot of blood and urgently needs a blood transfusion, or his life will be in danger."

The queen was anxious to see Mystica and was in no mood to linger. "Take him to the helicopter. When we arrive at Mystic's residence, have Mystica take care of him."

"Yes."

Several guards then carried Invincible onto the plane.

...

Freya rushed back to Solterra overnight.

She returned home in a hurry, only to find that Bradley had not returned home yet.

After taking a bath, she lay in bed but still could not fall asleep.

As she recalled the various experiences she had gone through in the past 7 years, it felt like it was all a dream.

She was sent to the countryside at the age of 12 and endured the abuse of the Smiths, living a life worse than one animals had to endure.

She went to the mountains to chop wood and saved a man who was injured. The man promised to take her away, but in the end, he failed to keep his word.

That year, she fell to a high fever and became a fool.

As she wanted to be free of the Smiths, she pretended to be crazy and left.

However, she unexpectedly met James by coincidence, completely changing her life.

She learned how to be a doctor from Gunther and developed a unique skill.

As she could earn an income, her life became increasingly enriched.

From being Poppy to Mystica…

To establish Raven Pavilion, she also faced many challenges.

Luckily, she eventually gained a few loyal followers who helped her protect the organization.

At that thought, Freya got up from bed.

She walked to the huge window and looked out at the beautiful scenery outside with a smile on her lips.

The years had been hard, but in the end, it was worth it.

Unable to sleep, she decided to go downstairs for a walk while waiting for Bradley to come home.

As she went downstairs, she unexpectedly discovered a piano placed in the corner of the living room.

Freya took a closer look.

She had forgotten how long it had been since she last touched a piano.

As if possessed, she subconsciously walked toward the piano.

It was an old piano, but exquisitely crafted. It was clearly a valuable collector's item.

Freya delicately ran her fingertips over the black and white keys.

Her thoughts drifted far away and back to the time when her mother taught her to play the piano.

Faintly, she could still hear her mother's gentle voice in her ear, "Freya, the piano is something that can breathe life into your soul. Express all your emotions through music. It is only when your soul and heart are in harmony can you truly grasp the essence of music."

Freya slowly closed her eyes as her slender fingers quickly danced on the piano keys.

She was so focused that she did not even notice a figure approaching her from behind.

After the song ended, her hands remained on the keys for a long time without moving.

Suddenly, a long and warm hand gently covered her hand.

Freya abruptly opened her eyes.

Even without turning around, she could tell who it was by the familiar scent of mint lingering in the air.

He came closer until his muscular chest was pressed against her back.

His arms wrapped around her slender shoulders as his hands moved in sync with her on the piano keys.

The melody picked up once more due to that.

A beautiful melody filled the entire living room as they continued to play.

Freya was stunned.

That was because the piece he played was the same as the one she had just played, "Dream Reincarnation".

This was her piece. How could he have remembered it after listening to it once?

He stirred the emotions in her with that piece.

After it ended, he leaned close to her ear and muttered softly, "I never knew my Frey also played the piano."

When he heard the melody, he hurried back home.

Unexpectedly, he found Freya sitting in front of the piano and playing.

She was so intoxicated in her music. She was so skilled, yet the piece was so sad.

"When my mother was still alive, she specifically trained me in dance and piano. It's not strange that I can play the piano."

"Then tell me, why is this piece so sad? Do you have something on your mind?"

He had seen the tears in her eyes.

Her entire body exuded a sorrow that nearly broke his heart.

"No. I just remembered some things from the past."

She lowered her gaze, hiding the sadness in her eyes.

Bradley sat down beside her, holding her hand and playing with it.

"Frey, I am your husband. If you have something on your mind, you can tell me. I can be a good listener for you."

Freya remained silent, blankly staring at the black and white piano keys.

The sight broke Bradley's heart, and he quickly said, "If you don't want to talk about it now, tell me whenever you feel like it."

Freya still did not speak.

The man held her hand and pressed down on the piano keys. Soon, a cheerful tune rang from the piano.

"Play a song with me."

"What should we play?"

Freya turned her head to look at him with slightly damp eyelashes.

"The same song as before."

"No, it's too sad."

Bradley smiled, reached out and flicked her forehead. "Let's play something else then. You choose the song, I'll follow you."

Freya held a hand up to her forehead and looked at him with upset in her eyes. "That hurts."

The man chuckled. "You can flick my head as well."

"Childish."

She was not in the mood to fool around. Her heart felt heavy like a smog was weighing it down.

After her mother's death, she never touched the piano again. Even her music had lost its soul.

The song she played might be sad, but it was empty of soul.

Despite her best efforts to focus, she was constantly haunted by past memories, and the melody she produced was tainted with those impurities.