As daylight broke, Meow opened her eyes, meeting Tyr's gaze.
Tyr's eyes, golden and radiant like the rising morning sun, bright, warm, dazzling, striking.
Meow originally intended to say good morning.
But upon seeing those eyes, a scene suddenly emerged before Meow's mind, her eyes.
The boy, lying amidst blossoms, stunning through the seasons.
Tyr brother...
Meow awoke with a start, just as she uttered those words— tyr brother!
Meow froze, she... she had never addressed Tyr like that, brother?
Such an affectionate term, how could she call him that?
Meow frowned, recalling the scene in her mind just now, the boy, little girl, who are they?
The boy had eyes identical to Tyr's, his face, so beautiful, albeit youthful, bore quite a resemblance to the current Tyr, was it him?
The little girl, facing away, her face unclear, Meow didn't know who she was.
Meow felt something was off at this moment, and Tyr didn't seem well either, should say, he seemed very unwell.
