"...In short, what I'm saying now has nothing to do with Si Motu."
[Yes, please go ahead. Regarding the issue of changing my voice, we can address it later, no worries...]
The girl hugged her pillow, turned over, then curled her legs up and sat up, leaning against the bed, with her head tilted back.
Through the transparent glass, she could see the space storm outside, the multicolored chaotic space currents were impenetrable. When it plunged into darkness, the mirror reflected her own appearance.
Her white, silky hair was a bit messy, as if she had just woken up. Her red pupils seemed about to drip water, round, glistening, and intensely moist.
She blinked her eyes, turning her weak and damp pupils back to cold and hard.
Hugging the pillow, she stretched out her hand to tug at the corners of her mouth, forcing a disdainful cold smile.
That arrogance that seeped into her bones.
It was her irreplaceable pillar of life.
