Back at that time, Rana was nothing more than three and some years old. It made sense that she couldn't remember much about her past, especially since she rarely saw the twins. However, Harmalia and Turen were obviously always with her, so she could remember their names.
Some tears began to stream down from Rana's eyes as she nodded. "Hehehe...when was the last time I cried? It was probably over two hundred years ago." She then looked at Rean and Roan and said, "You called me little sister, but you are, in fact, some descendants of my family, right?"
Rean and Roan were taken aback to hear that. "Over three hundred years?! That doesn't make sense..."
Rean wanted to talk more, but Roan stopped him. 'Look around. There are way too many eyes right now. Don't talk about the fact we came from the Mortal Realm just yet.'
Roan then looked at Rana before asking, "Can we have a private talk?"
