As Erelyn gently brushed her hair aside, a subtle, inexplicable sense of anticipation appeared on Sylvia's usually composed face.
It was as if time had suddenly rewound to when she was just a child.
She could still remember how, back then, she often felt wronged—bullied and exhausted from her training.
Her parents had long since disappeared, and there wasn't a single friend or family member by her side.
But in those days, every time she had a "snuggle" with her big sister Erelyn, it always soothed her troubled heart.
Erelyn slowly leaned in, and finally, her cool forehead pressed against Sylvia's.
A slight chill, a soft touch.
But more importantly, in that moment, everything seemed to calm down.
No more chaos, no more overwhelming emotions.
"Erelyn… sis…" Sylvia murmured, closing her eyes to savor the brief but precious peace.
After centuries apart, they had finally reunited.
