5. Silken dream

Rose shrugged. "I don't know. She's always so busy, and when she's around, she's strict. But there's something about her…she's strong in a way that doesn't need powers. You'll see when you meet her properly." 

Lily's mind spun with the possibilities. A father who could perform miracles, a mother who commanded armies, and a life of wealth and comfort—it was so far removed from the orphanage that it felt like a storybook.

"Rose," she said hesitantly, "do you ever think this is too good to be true? Like… like it might all disappear? or just a dream?"

Rose reached out and took her hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "I used to," she admitted. "But not anymore. We've been through enough,Lily. We deserve this. Even if it doesn't last forever, we're going to make the most of it. Let's live our dream."

Lily nodded slowly, taking comfort in her sister's determination. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their new life than met the eye.

Lily mourns for her baby wishing she was there. Rose consoles her saying maybe one day when the time comes,she will return as Lily's daughter.

Rose sighs and then says, "Let's focus on growing up now.".

Lily's thoughts churned. "So, does that mean I can read minds too?"

"Probably," Rose said, her tone encouraging. "You're like me." Rose reaches over, taking Lily's hand in hers. "Maybe. But we'll figure it out together, okay?" Lily nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. "Okay."

Rose was trying to read Lily when she understood the fact that she can read others. When she couldn't read Ruan Siya,she thought maybe she was not Lily, her sister. Rose started hearing her voice saying something like 'how can she be in heaven?' Lily recognised Rose's voice and said her name. Rose became sure it was Lily after hearing Lily's thoughts.

Rosa felt like crying. She cried in a low voice as she thought she would be alone in this unknown world, 'I thought I have a sister but she wasn't you,so it was hard on me.'

"Silly! Why would it be so hard on you?" Lily tried to console Rose.

In this world nobody loved Rose more than Lily. They were each other's solace.

"You are so silly Rose! How can you trust me when I was the one who killed you?" Lily stared at her.

Rose assured her saying that she gave her the permission to kill Rose so she wasn't at fault. She would have died if Lily were the only one to die with Daisy. Rose thanked Lily for not leaving her behind. Dying was easier than to live helplessly alone. Lily was surprised that she could read Lily's inner self too. 

"I can read people. Even when it's not directed to me." Rose nodded.

Lily wondered why Lily was not able to read Rose. Rose was surprised after knowing Lily can't hear anything from Rose.

'But you are also talking inside my head.' Rose said

'Ok! Let's see if I can hear when you are not talking with me.' Lily suggests.

Rose turned back and talked about something else to experiment. She apologised to Daisy,hoping she could forgive her mother as Lily was so much hurt that Lily can't even apologize to Daisy. After thinking,she looked back again at Lily, "what did I think?"

"I don't know. I can't hear you." Lily somehow understood the power only works for Rose.

"Is something wrong with me?" Rose became confused

Lily reached out, placing a comforting hand on Rose's arm. "Rose, there's nothing wrong with you. If anything, maybe it just means you're stronger at this than I am."

Rose frowned, shaking her head. "But what if it's not that? What if I'm doing something wrong—keeping you out by accident?"

Lily chuckled softly. "Silly. You're perfect, just the way you are."

Rose's lips quivered into a small smile, but the worry didn't completely leave her eyes. "Still, it's strange. I've never had to try to talk to you like this. It's always just… worked."

Lily tilted her head thoughtfully. "Maybe it's not about you at all. Maybe it's me—like I haven't figured out how to listen properly."

Rose's expression brightened slightly. "That could be it. You're still figuring this out, after all. Maybe you'll get better at it with practice."

Lily nodded, a flicker of determination lighting up her face. "Let's keep experimenting. If we can figure out how this works, maybe we can understand more about… everything."

Rose squeezed Lily's hand, her confidence returning. "Deal. But remember—you don't have to get it perfect right away. We'll figure it out together."

For the first time, Lily felt a spark of excitement about their strange new abilities. She couldn't hear everything Rose thought, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the bond they shared—one that no amount of mystery could break.

The hours had melted away like candle wax in the warm glow of their shared room. Rose, nestled in a silken cradle happliy with her newfound life with breathless enthusiasm. She spoke of the sprawling size of their current dwelling, a mansion. She described the small army of servants who moved with quiet efficiency, attending to chores they could scarcely have imagined before. 

Yet, a shadow of wistfulness lingered in Rose's voice, "I am so, so glad. Now that I have you, Lily… I have everything. I thought I have lost you forever" And with that final, heartfelt sentiment, she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

In her own cradle, Lily stirred, a similar weariness tugging at her small limbs. The sounds of Rose's voice, though now fading into the quiet of sleep, echoed softly in her mind. A figure then loomed over her cradle, blocking the dim light filtering from a nearby lamp. Lily's eyes, heavy with sleep, struggled to focus. The edges of the person blurred, their form indistinct. But a gentle voice, warm and melodic, drifted down to her.

"Oh! Are you still sleeping, little one?" the voice chuckled softly. "Didn't you want to play with your mother today?"

A jolt, faint but undeniable, ran through Lily's sleepy consciousness. Mother? The word resonated within her, a chord struck in a place she hadn't known existed. A yearning, a deep-seated instinct, began to stir. Her lips parted, forming the unfamiliar word. "Mother…" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, thick with sleep. A desperate longing to see the face that belonged to that voice welled up within her. "So… you are my mother. I want to see…" But the effort was too much. Her eyelids, stubbornly refusing to obey her will, drooped further, and the darkness claimed her before she could fully open her eyes and truly see. The image of her mother, the sound of her voice, remained a whisper on the edge of her fading awareness.