"I'd still choose to fire that shot at Them."
He gently reached out his hand and stroked the head of the Gray-Silver Witch in front of him.
The pure silver hair felt just as silky as he remembered.
Sensing Shiayar's movement, Silvia couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes.
The gesture was so familiar.
Back then, when she was not yet Legendary, Ye Yi not the White Tower Master, but merely a naive and romantic grand duke's daughter within her family's estate, Brother Shiayar would often stroke her head like this while telling her stories from beyond the Azure Garden Dukedom.
He spoke of the magnificent grandeur of the Three Sages Snow Mountain, the vast expanse of the Golden Plains, and the merfolk in the sea lamenting on the rocks, their tears congealing into pearls—a romantic tale of love...
This was the most precious memory in Silvia's heart; even after five hundred years, it remained fresh and undiminished, unfaded in the slightest.
