A few months ago, Wei'er never imagined that even she could have the life she has now.
Whatever has happened can't be negated with an "if."
As Feya, the Elf, said about destiny, that these people could come this far is itself a part of fate.
So there's no need to think too much about it.
Wei'er is already very content with her current life.
The white-haired Lolita laughed and said, "Wei'er, it seems you and I used to be quite similar."
"Is that so?" Wei'er pointed at her own cheek and laughed too, "Indeed, very similar. When our great-grandmother drifted over from the sea, Aina and I almost thought she was a love-child of our mother."
"It's not just that, unlike your mother and grandmother, look at our hair, it's white."
Xiya lifted her strands of hair to the front, comparing it with Wei'er's, and for a moment her eyes dimmed, as if remembering something.
