Weiser opened her eyes and looked around, but outside the silver light there was only boiling Darkness, not even a gap that sound waves could penetrate.
So the voice wasn't coming from outside, but from within her.
Her mind was tugged by threads of longing, making her hear the memory Fragments that had fallen silent in this place. Only now did she recall: this was where the Silver Lamp first shone, and also where she had made Ash remember her with lifelong, marrow-deep regret.
"Silver Lamp! Weiser! Youlan Weiser!"
"Silver Lamp, I will definitely come and get you!"
"I won't leave you there… absolutely won't!"
Weiser let out a soft huff, the corner of her lips tilting up, her brows and eyes full of mischievous amusement.
Yes, this was exactly the effect she wanted. She wanted to hear this kind of regret-soaked line; it made her whole being feel refreshed and clear-headed.
