"Sister, you're only a little over a year older than me, yet sometimes you come across as mature, as if there's decades between us."
Nancy Miller stared intently at Holly Sawyer, gently biting her lip, her gaze particularly serious.
Yes, when she first met Holly Sawyer, Holly seemed like the kind of soft and adorable little girl, speaking gently, with actions so childish like a little kid, her eyes revealing innocence.
She looked as pure as a blank sheet of paper, invoking a strong desire to protect her.
Her face always radiated joy; whenever she encountered something fun or interesting, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't resist the allure of food.
At that time, Nancy Miller thought, such a wonderful girl must have grown up surrounded by sweetness, like soaked in candied fruit?
But as they slowly got to know each other, it felt like something was off, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
