After bidding farewell to Lillian, Colin walked toward his home.
He glanced back at Lillian's white residence and touched his chin.
"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like the senior sister has become livelier."
Shaking his head, Colin didn't dwell on it.
Perhaps it was because their relationship had improved.
However, Lillian's demeanor made him feel more at ease in her company.
After all, the senior sister usually looked no older than thirteen or fourteen, petite, and standing next to him barely reached his chest.
Though she usually maintained a cold demeanor, based solely on appearance, she seemed more like a child pretending to be serious.
Even her other form appeared to be only around sixteen or seventeen.
So, many times, he found it hard to believe that the petite girl before him was actually many times his age.
Collecting his thoughts, Colin walked briskly.
Although tonight's gathering had ended, his schedule had not.
