"...Big Brother?"
Staring blankly at the familiar, gently smiling handsome young man in front of her, Fiona's eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's me, my dear sister, how have you been lately..."
As he spoke, Anvis's words were suddenly interrupted by the girl's action—she ran a few steps forward and threw herself into Anvis's arms.
"Brother!"
Holding Anvis tightly, Fiona almost hung herself on his body, seemingly releasing all her worries about him during this time.
After Anvis was taken away by the enemy, the girl always felt somewhat guilty, believing that it was because of her own reasons that led to her brother's disappearance.
She would even occasionally dream about the enemy torturing her brother, just like the scenes described in heroic biographies.
"..."
Not speaking immediately, Anvis's expression was gentle, gently embracing the petite girl in his arms, allowing her to vent her emotions.
