...No, she is not Annan Winter.
Annan immediately realized this.
Though she appeared almost identical in age, height, and facial features...
The length of her hair was clearly different. It was not shoulder-length, but waist-long...and from her figure and skeleton, one could barely discern her gender.
And most importantly, there was the aura about her.
It was completely the opposite of Annan's.
In her ice-blue pupils, there seemed to be no emotions, eyes half-open, filled with a divine-like indifference. Not a trace of joy or laxness on her face, fingers intertwined and placed in front of her, her eyes full of wariness and distance.
She was dressed entirely in a pure white, thick robe, with a filigreed silver crown on her head. Her slender and long neck invoked images of a swan, while her delicate collarbones were hidden beneath the robe.
—Without a doubt.
She must be Annan Winter's sister.
