An hour later, the agonizing meeting came to an end, and the disciples left one after the other.
Now alone with the duo, Song's vanished.
"What are the two of you doing? Advertising your affection for each other?"
Seraph smiled weakly. "It's not like that, Elder."
"Not like that?" Song tilted her head, giving a smile that was not a smile. "So… how is it like?"
Her gaze shifted to Sylvia who was still snuggled in his arms.
"I can't believe this is my own blood. Snuggling in the arms of a man several years younger than you, aren't you ashamed?"
Sylvia's grip on Seraph tightened, but she stubbornly continued to pretend she was sleeping.
"Uh…"
Realizing that the girl wasn't ready to face her sister, Seraph sighed and decided to change the topic.
"We went on a mission, and we got something big."
Song's brows furrowed. She sensed what he was trying to do, but she was also curious.
"What is that? It better be something good."
