Annabelle woke up in her bed. She felt so refreshed she almost wondered if she was dreaming. How long since she had truly slept? The fact she could not place the memory told her it was at least a few centuries.
She had rested either during cultivation or simply drowsing, but no more than that.
She looked around and felt a warmth in her heart to see her favorite tea was left steaming under a preservation array. Cyntilla was a ruthless warrior to her enemies but the sweetest woman to her loved ones.
"I miss her." The words escaped her before she really thought about them. Shock filled her but then happy tears came as she understood a bit better the state of her heart.
Lind had shattered it. He had broken her precious image of family. He had not run from it either. He accepted it head on and did not deny her feelings in the slightest. She had seen his pain clear as day but at that moment she had not cared.
