I looked into her eyes. Light shimmered in them, brilliant and dazzling, yet tinged with loneliness, as though they had witnessed countless rises and falls: dazzling lantern-lit nights and crumbling walls.
"Do you believe in fate?" Daji asked.
"Big sister, I give up." For the first time in my life, I said it with such finality.
"This single-minded devotion of yours really is just like Daji's." A faint, rueful smile crossed Nuwa's face.
"Have we met before?" Those familiar words nearly made me think I had returned to the past.
But this time, I said, "Yes."
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