The moment she returned to Penacony, Sunday had immediately become so busy that he vanished without a trace. At the same time, her voice had begun to distort, grow hoarse, and sometimes vanish entirely. She had understood one thing.
Her brother was gradually drifting farther and farther away from her.
This alienation from someone close to her was truly tormenting, even painful.
Yet this distance was not like a bursting dam. It was like morning mist quietly dissolving beneath the sunlight—silent, irreversible.
She had tried reaching out, but she could grasp nothing, because she did not even know where her brother was going, nor what he intended to do as he drifted away from her.
If she did not even know where her brother was headed, how could she call him back?
So she could only bury those silent cries, that helpless panic, one by one in the quietest corner of her heart, as though if she remained silent enough, the pain would slowly fall asleep within a beautiful dream.
Just as she seemed about to sink into sleep, her phone suddenly chimed with a notification.
Robin instinctively took out her phone and unlocked the screen, only to discover that the invitations she had sent out had successfully been registered at the Reverie Hotel.
She had not sent out many invitations. Most of them had gone to Seele, who had then given them to friends such as Qianyi.
Now that so many invitations had been registered successfully, the identities of those registering them were self-evident.
And! So many guest registrations had been completed at the same time. They clearly could not have been done online—they had to have been registered manually at the front desk!!
Did that mean—?!
Qianyi... had already arrived in Penacony?!!
The thought of Qianyi made Robin's