"Hmm? So that's it! A book with twin flowers... Hmm?! What?!..."
As dawn broke, the side hall was illuminated by clear light. Xiulote suddenly got up, waking from a deep sleep. He widened his eyes, gazing at the rising sun with a vacant stare, while his mind buzzed with noise. He rubbed his temples, his head aching, as that unforgettable, silver-bell-like voice seemed to still echo in his ears. It took a while before he looked around, seeing the entwined sleeping sisters, a dramatic look crossing his face.
"This is... the older sister? This is... the younger sister?..."
This time, even with their eyes closed and no expression visible, Xiulote could clearly distinguish them, as if it was an instinct deeply engraved in his bones. He was stunned for a moment before understanding an ancient saying from the Celestial Empire.
"What is learned from books always feels shallow, true understanding requires personal practice..."
