They are the proud daughters of heaven, noble and holy existences like angels. They are twins with opposite personalities, one elder sister and one younger sister, two daughters in a family. The younger sister has always lived in the shadow of the older sister with a dazzling halo above her head.
—Na. Elder sister. I also want to be strong enough to protect myself and you at the same time.
—Na. Elder sister. I also want to be as good as you
But. I can't do it. I don't want to at all, but I still lose to you in everything.
The hourglass of time deposits the inescapable past, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sorrows. Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
