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Inside The Mirror...
As Cris's eyelids fluttered open, a warm, golden light spilled in, illuminating the gentle features of Valeria's face, which hovered inches above his own.
Her porcelain skin seemed to glow with an ethereal radiance, as if infused with the soft, morning sunbeams that danced across the room.
The delicate curves of her nose, the subtle arch of her eyebrows, and the gentle slope of her eyelids all blended together in perfect harmony, creating a vision of breathtaking beauty that left Cris momentarily spellbound.
As he slowly regained his bearings, his gaze lingered on the tender expression that softened Valeria's features, her eyes filled with a deep concern that seemed to whisper, "Are you okay?"
The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft rustle of her hair, and the gentle pressure of her fingers on his scalp all conspired to create a sense of tranquility, enveloping Cris in a cocoon of comfort and security.
With a languid movement, Cris slowly raised his head from the cradle of Valeria's lap, his eyes never leaving hers. The soft, downy fabric of her dress brushed against his cheek, releasing a faint whisper of her body fragrance, a subtle blend of rose petals and vanilla that teased his senses and left him wanting more.
As he sat up, the room around him began to take shape, the soft, golden light giving way to the warm, honey-toned hues of the furniture, the plush carpet, and the delicate lace that adorned the windows.
Finally, Cris stood up, his movements fast and deliberate,
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"Valeria's voice trembled as she broke the silence, her words barely above a whisper, "I am... so... sorry, Cris." The weight of her apology hung in the air like a palpable mist, heavy with regret and remorse.
Her eyes, brimming with tears, locked onto Cris's, pleading for forgiveness. The gentle rustle of her dress as she shifted her weight seemed to echo the turmoil brewing within her.
She took a tentative step forward, her hand extended in a gesture of supplication, as if to bridge the chasm that had opened between them. "Forgive me...,"she whispered, her voice cracking under the strain of her emotions. The words seemed to cost her dearly, as if each syllable was a tiny piece of her soul torn free.
As she drew closer, Cris's body responded instinctively, his muscles tensing in a primal response to the perceived threat.
His eyes darted towards her, then away, as if seeking an escape from the intensity of her gaze. The air seemed to vibrate with the tension between them, like the hum of a plucked guitar string.
Valeria's face contorted in anguish as she beheld Cris's reaction. Her guilt and sorrow boiled over, and she burst into tears, her body shaking with the force of her emotions.
The words tumbled out of her in a desperate, staccato rhythm, "I am... so... sorry... Forgive me... Forgive me..." Each repetition was a fresh lance to her own heart, a reminder of the pain she had caused.
Cris, witnessing her distress, was moved to compassion. He took a step forward, his eyes softening as he enveloped her in a gentle, comforting embrace.
His voice was a soothing balm, "Don't cry, sister. I know it's not your fault." The words were a gentle rain, washing away the sting of her guilt, and Valeria felt her tears begin to slow, her sobs quieting as she leaned into the warmth of his embrace.
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As the torrent of tears finally subsided, Valeria's anguished sobs gave way to a fragile calm, like the stillness that follows a tempestuous storm.
Cris, sensing the shift in her emotions, gently released his comforting embrace, his arms slowly unwrapping from around her trembling form. As he stepped back, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes probing the depths of her soul like a skilled cartographer mapping uncharted territories.
"Sister," Cris's voice was laced with concern, his words dripping with empathy, "Your eyes...?" He paused, his brow furrowing in puzzlement, as if trying to decipher an ancient mystery. "They're still red," he observed, his tone tinged with a hint of wonder.
Valeria's gaze dropped, her eyelids fluttering like the wings of a wounded bird, as she murmured a hesitant explanation.
"Maybe it's because of awakening my physique, just like that old man said," she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper. "They've become red, I suppose."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown to the unknown forces that had transformed her eyes into blazing orbs.
Cris's expression turned thoughtful, his mind racing with the implications of Valeria's words. After a moment of contemplative silence, he spoke, his voice infused with a sense of determination. "Sister, I think we should retreat to the mountains for a while, until we both reach at least the early stage of Martial Master."
His eyes locked onto hers, burning with an unspoken understanding. "We can't afford to encounter another situation like the previous one, not until we're stronger, more prepared."
The air seemed to vibrate with the weight of his words, as if the very fate of their existence hung in the balance.
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Cris's inquisitive eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight as he asked with an air of curiosity, "Sister, What Cultivation Stage have you reached?" His voice was laced with a hint of excitement, as if he was about to uncover a long-hidden treasure.
Valeria, beaming with pride, flashed a radiant smile that could light up a room. Her smug expression was so pronounced that it seemed to say, "Just wait till you hear this, little brother!"
With an almost imperceptible toss of her head, Valeria declared, "Your big sister has reached the Middle Stage of Martial Practitioner!"
Her voice was infused with a sense of accomplishment, as if she had just conquered a formidable mountain. The way she emphasized "Great, right?" was like a gentle nudge, urging Cris to lavish her with praise and admiration.
Cris, not one to disappoint, obliged with a charming smile, his cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "Yes, my sister is the absolute best!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with sincerity.
As he spoke, his eyes shone like polished marbles, and his entire demeanor was so endearing that it was impossible to resist his charms.
Valeria, overcome with affection, couldn't help but swoop in and envelop Cris in a tight, warm hug. It was as if she was trying to absorb his cuteness into her very being.
The way she squeezed him was like a gentle vice, holding him captive in her World . Cris, still beaming with pride, didn't seem to mind one bit, basking in the warmth of his sister's embrace.
(Growth Of Bro-con - Checked )
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Next Chapter "19. Living in Mountains...[2]", Sorry For Delay, I had Severe Cold For Few Days...
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