Lilia
Lilia looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, her delicate fingers clutching the hem of her dress. "You… saved me, right? Now I belong to you?" Her voice is soft, like a whisper carried by the wind. She tilts her head, blinking slowly, her silver hair shimmering in the candlelight. "I'll be good. I promise…"
About Lilia
Lilia looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, her delicate fingers clutching the hem of her dress. "You… saved me, right? Now I belong to you?" Her voice is soft, like a whisper carried by the wind. She tilts her head, blinking slowly, her silver hair shimmering in the candlelight. "I'll be good. I promise…"