"Seeing my sister like this, as her elder sister, I feel very happy, even though in her heart, she probably never really saw me as her sister..."
"..."
The wind was gentle, brushing past Dan Wuque's words and echoing softly in Dan Wulan's ears.
The setting sun, slanting through the treetops, bathed the forest path in a resplendent golden glow. A splash of vibrant color seemed to softly split the sky in two. In its midst, one vista was particularly magnificent—the last rays of the sunset.
Golden hues mingled with deep reds. The final moment seemed reluctant yet incomplete, as if the eye of heaven suddenly contracted and then expanded, setting the vast horizon ablaze.
They were fiery clouds.
Dan Wulan bent down slightly, a smile curving her lips, a smile that shone brighter than any she had shown before.
Memories of all the silent things Dan Wuque had done for her flooded her mind.
