As she was reminiscing, the elevator doors opened on the floor, and familiar footsteps approached, making Tilan turn her head.
"Long time no see, Deloris." The woman walking towards her had long, curly black hair and wore a long dress with black rose lace. She was none other than Deloris, the eldest daughter of the 'Incense Burning Workshop,' whom Tilan hadn't seen in years.
Compared to the past, Deloris had fully matured, exuding a certain mature charm. Her more voluptuous figure was quite different from Tilan's. When they stood together, the contrast was apparent, but fortunately, their similar heights made them look more like sisters than mother and daughter.
"You're back, Tilan." As Deloris approached, she gently held Tilan's wrists and scrutinized her as if trying to find something different about the young girl.
"You haven't changed a bit." She gently embraced Tilan, and the two leaned on each other.
"Hmm."
