Felix pondered: "Demi is three years older than me..."
"I've actually suspected whether your uncle's murder is related to Beverly, after all, only this could force your father to return." Dedarose sighed, "Beverly is also the type of woman who would rush into the flame like a moth, unwilling to stop until she's burned out."
The milk tea in her hand was only faintly warm now. Felix looked up at the starry sky, the myriad starlight seemingly falling into her eyes.
She recalled the fairy tale her mother told her when she was young, that those who had passed away didn't leave, but transformed into stars to watch over their loved ones on earth from the night sky.
So, father, mother, are you watching me...?
Felix suddenly chuckled aloud, murmuring to herself, "A mage shouldn't be so naive."
She exhaled a long breath, withdrew her gaze to the bustling street ahead, her lips turned up slightly, and she drained the milk tea in one gulp.
