"I feel connected to a very strange man. I do not know who he is, and my memories are unclear, but I know one thing… he is somehow related to me."
Her voice carried uncertainty, yet also an undeniable certainty that made the words heavier.
"If possible," she continued, "you should treat him gently."
Hearing this, Silas's fists clenched instinctively.
"What does he look like?" he asked, forcing his voice to remain calm.
Ivy frowned, trying to recall.
"I cannot remember clearly," she admitted. "Everything feels blurry… like looking through fog."
She paused, concentrating.
"But there is one thing I am sure of."
Silas felt his heartbeat quicken.
"He has silver hair."
The moment those words left her lips, Silas's eyes narrowed sharply.
Only one person matched that description.
Jade.
A chill spread through his chest, but after a long moment, he exhaled slowly.
'So that is how it is.'
No matter how much he disliked it, he had already made his decision.
