"Not like this."
Sandora and Visca said in unison.
I immediately shifted my curious gaze back and forth between the two, wondering why they had reacted so strangely.
Sandora took a long sigh and then pointed to a crystal prism in the center of the room, saying, "Look at the things on that. It seems the situation back then wasn't as simple as we imagined."
Visca's expression changed several times; eventually, she lowered her head, merely stretching out her hand to tightly grip the corner of my clothes.
Qianqian and I exchanged puzzled glances, unable to fathom the reason, while Pandora next to me leaned closer and finally whispered, "Silly sister..."
Things were getting unusual; this was the first time Pandora had called Visca "sister," and the latter now appeared the picture of guilt and anxiety, which was highly abnormal.
