Iphatia Asked About Hughberlian

Talia wore a pure-white dress, her figure graceful, but her angelic face was filled with blank astonishment.

Her gaze slowly lowered.

All she saw was that familiar silver hair.

The silver-haired woman's attention was already entirely focused on her. She buried her face against Talia and wept bitterly, and the sound of her crying made Talia's eyes sting as well.

"Ifatia..."

She had always believed that heaven-sent luck would eventually run out one day. No one could stay lucky forever, yet her longing had never stopped haunting her.

A hundred years.

She had kept traveling, stopping and starting, concealing her identity. She had nearly wandered across the Northern Continent and the Southern Continent, witnessing hundreds of springs, summers, autumns, and winters, imagining her reunion with her sister countless times.

In the end, it was meeting Lanchi that changed the course of her journey.

She found clues about her sister, met her sister's daughter, learned where her sister had gone, and finally, at this moment, saw her sister again.

Was Lanchi truly her Wishing Machine...?

Could making a wish to him accomplish anything that should have been impossible?

She had waited far too long for this moment.

She no longer cared about anything else. She wanted to reach out and touch this overwhelming happiness.

But, somehow,

Talia subconsciously looked toward Lanchi at that moment.

Her perpetually cold golden eyes were filled with complicated emotions—gratitude, confusion, and deep feeling.

She was grateful to Lanchi for bringing her such wonderful news. Yet she had always claimed that she did not want too many entanglements with a human, and she could not resist the violent emotions surging within her.

"It's actually quite normal. As long as your sister, Miss Ifatia, had the same goal as us and was making her way in the Krui