It was still for Gin.
The scene of Gin looking at her flashed through her mind once again; that man tilted her head slightly, a faint smile escaping her lips, her voice deep and mellow, yet carrying a trace of imperceptible melancholy.
She said, "It is time for the Sisters to meet as well."
Kimie didn't quite understand Gin's emotions at that moment.
Was it happiness? Was it sorrow? Was it anticipation?
Perhaps all of them.
Or perhaps neither is sufficient to describe it.
At that time, Shimabukuro Kimie had not understood, but at this moment, Kimie felt a strange, faint sense of sadness.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at the girl standing not far away, whose beauty was as dazzling as a celestial maiden, raised an eyebrow slightly. "You are Sheila?"
Sheila blinked.
Her face was still terrifyingly pale, looking like a snowflake that would melt at a touch, yet her expression was full of vitality, like a slender willow sprouting branches in spring.
Yes, I am Sheila." The Black-haired woman tilted her head and smiled, a smile that was enough to melt ninety percent of the world's hearts. "How did you know?
Kimie curled her lips into a smile: "He said that even if you didn't know Sheila, you would still be able to recognize her easily."
"Because out of a crowd, the most beautiful one must be Sheila." The former Witch gazed at the woman before her, her eyes filled with a gentle grace, her words as warm as a spring breeze.
Kimie did not clarify who 'she' referred to. However, there was no need to clarify.
Sheila looked quite happy. She blinked her eyes and said playfully, "Even though I know you must have beautified her words, I'm still quite happy about it."
Many people praised her beauty, but Gin rarely praised anyone.
"However, this is not our home turf right now—" This clever IC. PO elite tilted her head, casting a thoughtful gaze toward the Ward.
“It’s my first time seeing her—no, perhaps, I should say them.” Sheila's Voice was very light, like a leaf in the wind, drifting aimlessly.
It's the first time I've seen them.
She repeated those words, her expression complex.
Kimie inexplicably understood Sheila's feelings—it was a very complex feeling, difficult to describe with words.
However, in this instant, she suddenly felt a sense of resonance with it.
"It's my first time meeting her too," Kimie echoed.
Shimabukuro Kimie was also seeing Shiratori Midori for the first time.
Even if Kimie had heard her name before, even if Kimie had known of her existence for a long time.
..
Shiratori Nana leaned against the hospital bed, holding her sister's cold hand.
In her memory, her sister's hands had always been so warm.
When she was a child, Midori would patiently hold Nana and answer her questions;
After they grew a bit older, although the Sisters did not see each other often, every time they met, Midori would buy a large amount of things to bring back and give to Nana;
As they grew a bit older, Sister would look at her with a beaming smile, using her hands to muss her hair.
..
The past flashed before his eyes.
But Shiratori Midori's hands were not always warm.
On that night, which filled Nana with an inexplicable fear, Shiratori Midori's hands were cold.
Sister's voice trembled, her eyes hid a deep sorrow—which made Nana feel cold as well.
And then, news of Sister's death arrived.
The corpse's hands, naturally, were no longer warm.
After so many years, Nana held Shiratori Midori's hand, looking at the girl in the hospital bed just as she appeared in her memories, feeling a sudden sense of unreality, as if a lifetime had passed in an instant.
"Sister.." Nana called out softly.
It was as if he was unwilling to wake the girl sleeping in the hospital bed, yet also as if he was longing for her to open her eyes and look at him.
The Ward was not small; the pure white interior was spotless and fully equipped, showcasing the advancements of high technology. As you walk into it, it feels as if you have entered a country isolated from the rest of the world.
Nana's voice echoed within the empty ward; she didn't know if it stirred an echo, she didn't care about that either.
"Sister.." she repeated with a light laugh.
This was already the third day since her "reunion" with Sister.
It was also her third day without sleep.
You look.. even younger than me," Nana said, appearing to complain. "But then again, you have been sleeping for so long.
Ever since that day of reunion, after her loss of voice and uncontrollable sobbing, she had not shed another tear.
Perhaps it was because her emotions were too intense at that moment, the sorrow was so overwhelming, that her mind became a blur and her tears would not stop flowing.
At that time, my only thought was that I couldn't let Sister's hospital bed get dirty.
Besides that, Zhenzhen really cannot remember anything else.
Really.. after all those years, she had never had such a good, cathartic cry.
Because she was all alone, because she couldn't cause any trouble for Zhenjun.. she had always tried her best to restrain herself, always acting very strong.
But the moment a person she could rely on appeared, the moment she saw her Sister again, all her disguise and effort completely collapsed.
Children are probably all like this, aren't they?
One only acts spoiled when there is someone to coax them; once no one cares anymore, one is forced to grow up.
Therefore, my weakness ends here.
Look, I'm even older than Sister now.
Can I also protect him, protect Kurosawa Zhen now?
"Sister," she called out softly, using that long-awaited title, her eyes as if filled with a thousand words.
As for me, I've already grown up.. It's a pity you can't see me now, otherwise you would definitely be shocked." Nana said with a deliberately innocent tone, "You would surely say, 'Ah.. how did Nana become so amazing?'
And you will surely be proud of me as well.
All these years, I have always relied on Zhenjun." She lightly pursed her lips and gave an embarrassed smile. "Maybe it's because I caused Zhenjun so much trouble at the beginning.. She has always treated me like a Child.
"I know. She wants me to live happily, to be an Ordinary person without a care in the world." Nana's Green eyes were deep, appearing almost cold at first glance.
But—how could that be possible?
I won't accept it!
"I won't accept it!" she said indignantly.
Making decisions on your own, isn't that enough?
My own Life, since when was it anyone else's place to decide?
I am willing to crash until my head bleeds, I am willing to walk my own path, I am willing to face danger—
This is my choice.
Whether life is good or bad, this is still my choice.
I am willing to help you. I am willing to put myself in danger for you.
—This is also my choice.
“She has always treated me like a child,” Nana said softly, yet her tone held an almost certain resolve, “I am not a child anymore..”
I've already grown up.
Nana raised her hand to touch her sister's face; it was delicate and soft, yet as cold as she had expected.
Sister, you and I really are sisters." The two girls, standing close to each other, shared similar features: "So, if I use a disguise to look like you, it should be quite convincing, right?
We are sisters. So, even if I don't understand you that well, I must be one of the people closest to you in the world.
“I'm going to go give Zhenjun a hand,” Nana said with a light laugh.
In the girl's green eyes, there was an unquestionable, life-defying determination.
Zhenjun needs an opportunity, an opportunity that will allow her to face the leader of B. W. directly.
Then, she would give Zhenjun a hand.
Isn't B. W.'s target Resurrection?
When a person who has been dead for many years reappears before their eyes, when that person's words and actions are as full of life as they were back then—
Will the leader of B. W. lose his heart?
This way, I can probably help share some of the pressure Zhenjun faces.
The young woman's gaze lingered on the Sleeping girl for a long time, as if she wanted to firmly memorize her appearance, as if she wanted to engrave everything into her heart.
Nana knew that this plan was highly risky.
She also knew that once she really did this, she would be exposing herself to danger.
But, Zhenjun was already in danger.
As a sister, how could she possibly remain uninvolved?
She had always been under the protection of Gin, as that woman silently shielded her from danger; but now, she was going to step out from this sanctuary and face everything independently.
She will break free from this protection and these shackles, facing everything independently, will do everything in her power for the people she loves.
..
The moment she stepped out of the Ward door, Nana's mood was very calm.
“Kimie-nee, I'll leave the next steps to you.”
There was even a faint smile on her face, even her slightly pale, chapped, swollen eyes could not hide her clear and determined gaze.
Nana looked at her Boyfriend with such a gaze, her lips curling into a slight smile.