Gazing at a statue made in her likeness evoked countless memories within his heart. Memories of the precious days he had had with her from the very day she took him from a hospital in the Town of Hajin and back to the orphanage.
There were days when he would do everything to get it all back.
He smiled melancholically, gazing deeply at the statue one last time before instantly reaching what was now the ancestral home of the Quarrier Orphanage.
Much to his surprise, it hadn't changed as much as he would have expected it to.
Despite being refurbished and reconstructed, it retained much of the theme of the old Quarrier home, so much so that the name board was exactly the same as it had been in the past. It was as though someone had deliberately maintained it to remind them of what it looked like.
There was only one person who came to mind.
"You haven't changed at all."
Julian's voice had grown a little more aged.
A little more tranquil and calmer than he remembered it.
