Huayuan.
The door slowly opened, a beam of light slipping through the cracks in the dark room. But Ruolan didn't stir. She remained motionless near the window, staring at the street outside.
A soft pair of footsteps approached her, the figure then eventually sitting opposite her in silence. After waiting in the stillness, a voice whispered to her,
"Ruolan."
For the first time in years, a spark glimmered in her eyes. Her ever clouded gaze moved as if a long spell was lifted. A voice that rang in the depths of her memories somewhere resurfaced. A familiar voice which she had heard a long time ago.
"Ruolan…"
Ruolan finally stirred, the voice hitting the notes of her heart yet again. Ever so slowly, she turned her head. At first, the face looked blurry. Then the features felt more and more clear to her. The beautiful face of her sister she had always adored.
