Chapter 339

The biting wind howled, and the snow fell relentlessly. Large snowflakes blanketed everything in a shimmering silver, the winter's chill as unforgiving as ever.

In a secluded corner of the park, a boy of seven or eight huddled on a bench, shivering uncontrollably.

Frederick had lost both his parents and was overwhelmed with the uncertainty of his future at such a tender age.

Perhaps there was no need to dwell on the future at all—he might not even survive the day.

As he lay there, his stomach rumbled with hunger, his body grew increasingly cold, and his eyelids drooped heavily.

Everything around him blurred as he could no longer endure the frigid conditions.

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

Just before the darkness fully enveloped him, he saw his parents. They were together as a happy family, just as it had been before.

Soon, he thought that he would be in another world, reunited with his mom and dad.

"Wake up, wake up."

Suddenly, a gentle shaking and a clear, childish voice pul