The next day, Ivy flew back home.But as she'd promised, she began flying only the Avalonia route. She'd arrive in Avalonia almost every week, and each time, she'd stand outside my door all night. I never let her in.Eventually, my life in Avalonia found its rhythm. I earned my diving certification, pilot's license, and paragliding certificate.I visited Crystal Canyon in the summer and went to the Silverpeak Mountains in winter.By year's end, I was named Meridian Airways' Employee of the Year and appointed Head of Cabin Crew for all of Avalonia's aviation sector. During this time, plenty of confident, attractive women pursued me, but I didn't engage with any of them.A wounded heart might eventually heal, but scars remained. My career came first now.This pattern continued for a long time. I focused on work while Ivy visited Avalonia, standing outside my door each time.It seemed this routine would go on forever. Then one day, Ivy stopped appearing at my doorstep. I heard noth
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