Rouge Jarvis looked at her sons, her vision blurring more and more, almost unable to see their outlines clearly.
After a long moment, she finally moved her lips, her voice tinged with sourness and sadness: "Twenty years too late."
Upon hearing this, the four brothers remained silent.
They missed their sister too, but they were not their mother, and could not fully empathize with her grief at losing a daughter.
They felt pain for their mother, and also for their sister.
Aiden Shaw slowly raised his head, his deep voice a bit weak, his jet-black pupils full of sincerity: "Sixteen is back, it's not too late."
That sentence was like a ray of light, illuminating the dark side of Rouge Jarvis's heart.
Indeed.
She thought her daughter, whom she believed had died twenty years ago, was back, right beside her. In the future, she could still have lots of time to be with her, love her, care for her...
She was already back.
