"..."
Looking at her daughter who was resolutely and determinedly stepping into the unknown, Alvira opened her mouth, seemingly only now beginning to comprehend some of the reasons:
Yan Huan had indeed once sacrificed unimaginable things for these girls.
And seeing her mother fall silent, Aria pressed her lips together, about to turn away once more.
But as a mother, watching her daughter head towards such indescribable terror, she still couldn't bear it and grabbed Aria's sleeve once again.
"Aria!"
"..."
In front of her, Aria turned back.
She didn't explain anything further, just lifted her pure sky-blue eyes, looked at her mother, and softly said a simple sentence,
"Mom, I've grown up now."
Hearing this, Alvira's eyes slightly narrowed.
In her vision, halos of light constantly spread, gradually covering the image of the child she always saw, the one covered with instruments, "wailing" on the hospital bed...
