It seemed as if there was blood-red spreading before her eyes.
Time flowed backward, she was once again returned to the memory of when she was five, that little girl watching helplessly as her mother was hit by an out-of-control truck. The difference was that this time, she clearly saw a little boy being pushed away by her mother, wearing the same clean short top as her, hers had a bunny pattern, his was a bear...
"Ah..." she let out a low cry in the café, in extreme pain, her head feeling like it was about to split open.
She reached out weakly to hold her forehead, countless fragmented images flashed rapidly before her eyes, and in every scene, there was a little boy who looked exactly like her, standing in the depths of time, smiling at her innocently, calling her "sister" with a voice as soft and sticky as Han's...
Sister...
Sister.
How could she have forgotten him?
