The mirror in his hands was as small and delicate as a tray.
Hailnason placed the mirror in front of Leah and respectfully said to her:
"Miss Lia, here is the mirror you requested."
The smooth mirror reflected Lia's face.
She looked herself up and down in the mirror, and her reflection made the same movements.
"Hmm... this doesn't seem to be anything special?"
She reached out to touch the mirror, but suddenly, she paused slightly.
Turning back, she looked at Helnason:
"Haynerson, what did you just call me?"
"Why didn't you address me as 'Head of the Family'?"
Hainersen bowed slightly:
“Miss Liya, the head of the family is someone else.”
Lia turned her entire body around, looked at him intently, and asked seriously:
"What do you know?"
Haile Nathan bowed his head and responded respectfully:
"I'm sorry, Miss Lia."
"I am not capable enough; this is all I know."
Lia placed a hand on her chin and began to think carefully.
Just then, the bear-man's voice came again.
"But I still remember."
Hailnason looked at Leah and said in a muffled voice:
"I used to be with you all."
"We've built snowmen."
At that moment, Lia suddenly raised her head.
This is it!
She could no longer care about the eerie mirror, ignored Vanilla standing to the side, and rushed past Helnersen out of the study.
She quickly ran to the door of her bedroom.
The intense physical exertion left her breathless and exhausted.
But Leah didn't care at all. She pushed open the bedroom door and rushed to the closet.
"A magic lock? Good heavens, when did I set it up??"
She disregarded all that, reached out her hand, and began to think about the correct way to open the magic lock.
But the moment the hand touched the cabinet, the magic lock seemed to automatically recognize the person and opened automatically.
Lia was somewhat confused, and a sense of doubt arose in her heart.
But this is clearly a good thing.
Leah stopped thinking about it and rummaged through the drawers, pushing aside the old, patched-up toys, until she reached the very bottom of the drawer.
Then, he took out that yellowed notebook.
Snowman, snowman!
She ignored everything in front of the notebook; only the word 'snowman' remained in her mind.
Finally, she found that page.
She looked at the contents and read them carefully.
"December 21st..."
"Today, it snowed a lot, a really big snow..."
The writing is immature, revealing the innocence and naivety of a young girl.
Finally, Lia read to the next part.
She was stunned.
“I showed the snowman to my brother.”
"For my brother... my brother?"
Who is the older brother?
She slammed the diary down on the table and frantically flipped through its contents as if possessed.
"November 6th..."
"November 7th..."
"November 8th..."
Brother, brother.
These two words are constantly mentioned in the memories in this diary.
But Lia had no memory of anything in the diary.
She was extremely anxious, trying to find the answers she wanted in this thin diary.
Even if it's just a name.
Brother, brother...
Who exactly is he?
So Leah kept searching, even tearing the yellowed and brittle pages.
Why did I forget? Why?
Lia forced out a desperate sound from her throat, her voice tinged with a sob.
Remember me, Lia.
As she read through the diary, she turned to the back.
"December 23rd."
He said he hated tears.
Yes, he hates tears.
At that moment, she learned to be strong and independent for the first time.
So from that moment on, Lia never cried again because of him.
But this time, she still burst into tears.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Tears soaked the yellowed diary.
Lia lowered her head helplessly, letting her hair cover her face.
At the same time, he read out the last paragraph.
"I'm so useless..."
A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, softly brushing against Lia's face and gently ruffling the yellowed, fragile paper.
As the wind blew, Lia noticed it.
A corner of a page in the diary was folded up.
It was as if he deliberately wanted her to see it.
She quickly turned to the page and began to read it carefully.
It was blank; nothing was written on it.
But suddenly, her eyes widened.
Above the blank space, a simple smiley face is drawn.
It seems to possess a magical power.
A name slowly entered her mind.
“V...K...To?”
A strong wind rushed in through the narrow window, making the two windows rattle and bang.
The curtains were rolled up, and Lia's hair became disheveled as the wind blew.
But amidst the raging wind, a gentle breeze seemed to caress her, as if unknowingly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Lia blinked.
That wasn't a breeze.
At that moment, she saw it.
It was a warm hand stroking her face.
He gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb.
A black trench coat fluttered in the strong wind.
The man's calm voice gradually reached Leah's ears:
"I really don't like tears."
Lia stared blankly at the man in front of her.
A crow perched on his shoulder, raised its head, and its single eye appeared quite arrogant.
A touch of gentleness appeared in the man's indifferent gaze as he quietly looked at Liya.
Feeling the warmth of her palm, Lia quietly raised her head, her eyes still moist.
The wind outside the window seemed to have become a bit noisy, but it was no longer so wild; instead, it became warm.
A soft breeze caressed my skin, and my hair was gently lifted.
The man's familiar voice, accompanied by a gentle breeze, gradually echoed:
So, don't cry.
"My dearest one."
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