In the dream.
The Royal Court of the Silver Elves still shimmered with a holy white light as it did in memory, with holy white spires, holy white arch walls, holy white corridors, and holy white railings.
How long ago was that dream...
"Sister."
"What's your name?" The voice in the dream turned sharp as always.
"I-I'm sorry."
In the dream...
Remember mom said, when you gently press your chest, the palm can feel the beat of what is called 'heart' and the residual warmth of life. Only by being close there can people feel at ease.
But exactly because of this, the scenery of childhood Charol Village gradually became clearer, really wish to return to that time...
"I'm sorry, elder sister."
"I'm sorry, father."
"It's all my fault..."
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