He fell to his knees, sobbing, laughing, shaking. Everything he did—the murders, the sacrifices, the endless guilt—it all made sense again. It was worth it. Because his sister was back.
The woman tilted her head. Slowly, almost gently, she floated closer. Her presence was cold, wrong. It pressed against his mind like a blade.
However, Li Wei ignored that strange feeling.
"I knew you'd return," he whispered. "You remember me, don't you?" he watched her approach with a gentle smile.
She didn't answer.
She only looked at him, and in that silence, Li Wei began to doubt.
Her face—was it really hers? Had he remembered it wrong?
It's not that she looked any different. But she didn't give him the sense of familiarity for some reason.
'Maybe it's because we have been apart for so long.' Attributing this strangeness to their previous separation. Li Wei shook the unnecessary thoughts out of his mind.
