Generally speaking, as long as Rosaliya slept, she would forget most of what had happened the day before. But she had not forgotten, and she had even started shoving Liliya the moment she got up that morning. This was really not a good thing.
"Get up!"
"Today is Revolution Day!"
"Liliya, wake up already. Your drool is about to spill out."
Kiana had gotten up early as well. After tying up her hair, she rushed out and started pounding on the door with outrageous rudeness. The thudding completely scattered everyone's drowsiness. Liliya rubbed her eyes as she swayed on unsteady feet, her pupils narrowed to slits.
She looked like she had not recovered her energy at all.
Where was Mei?
They looked around, but there was no sign of breakfast.
Rosaliya demanded, "Where's Big Sister Mei? Where's that huge Big Sister Mei? Did you hide Big Sister Mei somewhere?"
"Calling a thief to catch a thief! I was just about to ask you that!"
They were at each other's throats and about to start arguing again when Liliya swept her gaze over the room and spotted the letter left on the table.
She sniffed.
A mature, deep-blue fragrance. It was Mei's scent.
She pulled out the letter. Her slender fingers brushed over the fine surface of the paper, smooth and delicate to the touch. To avert the imminent war, Liliya cleared her throat and began reading Mei's letter aloud.
"By the time you read this letter, Big Sister Mei will already have gone to the prize pool."
"..."
That did not seem like something Mei would write.
The letter was brief, but strange. The ink showed heavy twists and turns, and it had dried at different times. Yawning, Liliya put herself in Mei's place and imagined the scene—Mei writing as