On the early morning of her twelfth birthday, the girl lost her voice to a high fever.
After the fever passed, her world held only two kinds of echoes: her little sister's tireless chatter, and the memories of a boy whose life had abruptly ended many years ago.
Clutching her sketchbook, her little sister rose onto her tiptoes and curled her fingers around the hem of her older sister's clothes, as if holding on to a wisp of cloud that might drift away at any moment.
When the spring breeze stirred the wind chimes on the windowsill once more, the younger sister didn't know that her older sister stood at the boundary between two lives, silently salvaging a song that had sunk deep into the past.
Even if I can't speak, I still want to share a warm voice with you.
[Sisters being affectionate, heartwarming daily life]
[Has memories of a male from a past life, but not his personality]
[Not transmigration into another person's body or possession]
