At the thought, Stella Sterling threw a few punches, her fists cracking in the air. Even the snowflakes falling beside her seemed to twist out of their path.
Seeing this, Stella Sterling laughed, her spirits high.
"Stella?"
Just as she turned to leave, a voice called out from behind. Stella Sterling heard it, but she didn't pause for a second, continuing to glide forward.
'Strange… did I get it wrong? But that silhouette looked so much like her!'
Not far away, a petite figure stood in the snow, muttering to herself as she watched the departing silhouette.
"Lydia, what's wrong?" a tall man asked, walking over to the petite figure.
Lydia Magnus breathed on her hands as she turned around, a layer of ice coating her long eyelashes. "I thought I just saw Stella," she said, "but she didn't turn back when I called. I guess I was mistaken!"
