Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"sister--"

A brown-haired girl walked towards them, her feet crunching on the grass, in the gentle breeze of the morning sun. Even though she was only watching from afar, Na Ling felt that her younger sister had become increasingly spirited and confident since their separation.

In a short time, the two sisters, with perfect understanding, used resonant energy to construct this "little world," which is also one of the little secrets between Naya and Naling since childhood.

But now, this "small world" made up of illusions has become the only way to see Naya again.

“You’ve grown into a beautiful young lady, Xiaoya.” Na Ling, who was facing her, seemed unwilling to reveal too much unnecessary emotion, maintaining her unchanging expression.

“I missed your childhood, and I couldn’t watch you step into your adolescence... I’m an unfit older sister.” Na Ling didn’t say these words directly; she had always expressed her love in such a subtle way.

"Sister, where have you been? I've been looking for you all these years..." Naya knew her sister's guilt at this moment, and chose to understand with her eyes.

The two sisters moved a little closer.

"I will take you home, Xiaoya." Naling held Naya's shoulder tightly, as if making a vow that she would never break.

“I came here to find you this time because…” Naya stopped mid-sentence, closing her eyes in anguish, “…I just missed you so much…”

Na Ling pursed her lips, and even this woman, who had long been completely numb to emotions, found her eyes unconsciously moistening.

“Give me some time, Xiaoya. I’ve already sent Salta to find your original body. Soon… no, in a few days I’ll be able to bring you back,” Naling assured her.

Seeing her sister's anxious expression, Naya did not respond immediately. Instead, she turned to the side and looked at the edge of the "small world" from afar.

“It won’t work, you know that. The Golden Antlers won’t bring me back in my whole form.” Naya’s tone was surprisingly clear-headed and indifferent, which even Na Ling found unbelievable.

“Now that it’s in Mus’s hands, he will definitely use it to start another war. He and the Knights Templar will stop at nothing to make our people come back to life…” Naya said with a sense of loss. “Lefie is just the beginning.”

Just as she had guessed, Naya was no longer the Naya she once was. She was far stronger than Naling had imagined, even stronger than herself.

“You don’t need to worry about these things. Right now, I’m more concerned about your situation,” Na Ling said resolutely.

"Sister...we can't do this! Think of those innocent people and our remaining people. War will only make things worse!" Sure enough, Naya easily saw through Naling's disguise. This little girl she had been thinking about day and night had grown up to the point where she could stand on her own.

But she didn't want to. Na Ling didn't want Na Ya to experience another war as brutal as, or even more brutal than, the War of Heaven and Earth. That worry that belonged to her sister had been troubling her.

“I’m not a seven or eight-year-old child anymore…” Before Naya could finish speaking, Naling reached out and gently stroked Naya’s fair face, pinching it a little harder.

“I originally thought that the conflict among the Deer Clan could be resolved in my generation. That’s why I tried to be selected for the Knights Templar, so that you and Mom and Dad could have an easier time in the future. I never expected that this damned war would still involve you…” Na Ling continued to express her feelings, savoring the touch of the hand.

"You've always told me since you were little that you hoped I would grow up quickly... So, now I'm here to help you, sister. This time it's my turn to protect you—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Na Ling could no longer hide it. She knelt down and pressed her head hard against Na Ya's chest.

"I know...I know..."

This older sister was so obsessive that she wouldn't even let her younger sister see her cry. Naya knew that her sister had always maintained a steely image in front of her. She had sacrificed so much for this family.

“It’s almost time to get here. Let’s meet again next time…” Naya helped Naling up and gave her a deep hug.

"Wait, Xiaoya—" At this moment of parting, Naling suddenly called out to her sharply, as if her previous gentle image had never existed.

"That foreigner named Sharp, is he your boyfriend?" Naya was stunned as soon as she said this.

"What do you mean? Male...male friend?" Her face flushed crimson at a visible speed, and she stammered. She couldn't help but recall the feeling of her first kiss with Sharp, and she felt incredibly shy.

"Don't play dumb with me, Xiaoya, he's right next to me right now." Na Ling's eyes became even fiercer, and under such interrogation, Naya had no choice but to confess the truth.

"I...we are indeed dating, but we're definitely not at the point of getting married!" Naya waved her hands, blurting out these irrelevant words in her haste.

"Does that mean he's already touched you?" A murderous glint flashed in Na Ling's eyes, her voice low and cold.

Upon hearing this, Naya was startled and quickly explained, "No—we just..." At this point, even Naya herself didn't know how to explain this complicated relationship to Naling. She couldn't sever her connection with Sharp, but at the same time, she didn't want to worry or upset her sister. She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "We're just getting to know each other; it takes time..."

"That coward abandoned you, didn't he? How do you know he won't find other women behind your back? Xiaoya, have you thought about these things carefully? What have you gotten in return for your one-sided devotion?" Na Ling's series of questions left Naya speechless and filled her with immense shame.

Indeed, Naya is new to the world and her understanding of relationships is still superficial. In contrast, Naling has experienced more ups and downs and has a more mature and realistic view of relationships.

But he really wasn't as heartless and ungrateful as his sister described!

Naya couldn't accept her sister's slander against the person she loved. However, instead of fighting back, she chose to remain silent and avoid this sensitive topic.

Looking at her sister's pale face, Na Ling realized that her words might have been too hurtful. So, she softened her tone and said gently, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Compared to your safety, none of this matters."

Naya nodded silently, then turned and left, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Na Ling watched her younger sister's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

As the sun gradually set, it cast long, long shadows of the two sisters. One walked towards the sunlight, while the other walked with her back to the setting sun, gradually fading from each other's sight. And so, the two sisters completed their brief reunion in this "little world," before returning to their own separate lives.

……

For Na Ling, this night is still very, very long.

"Meow—that was close! I almost got turned into a cat pancake by that madman with the sniper rifle."

Suddenly, a dark blue figure appeared beside her. Na Ling glanced at Abu, who had sneaked out of the tent, and continued to think about her own things.

"Ah Ling, want some midnight snack?" Abu asked deliberately, softening his voice as if trying to get Na Ling's attention using the same tactics he used on Na Ya.

“If you call me that again, I’ll throw you into a den with those reindeer,” Naling replied coldly, her voice filled with disgust. With that, she moved aside to create some distance between herself and Abula.

Abu pouted and muttered under his breath, "What a cold-faced older sister... I wonder how many stories you have hidden behind your back?" But it didn't want to give up so easily. Instead, its eyes darted around and it suddenly snuggled into Na Ling's arms.

"You!" Na Ling exclaimed in surprise, her face full of astonishment. But then she realized she couldn't alert anyone else, so she quickly covered her mouth.

Abu revealed a smug, triumphant expression, and said smugly, "Ah Ling, you didn't want to wake them all up, did you? Besides, who was crying so sadly just now?"

Na Ling hated being threatened, so her face instantly turned extremely ugly, and she gritted her teeth. Abu, on the other hand, continued to brazenly sweep Na Ling's thigh with his fluffy tail, looking every bit the pervert. However, in order not to cause too much of a commotion, Na Ling could only suppress her anger.

"What exactly do you want?" she finally couldn't hold back and asked, swallowing her anger.

"It's nothing, I just felt a little sorry for how you treated Sharp, after all, he helped your sister so much..." Abu said slowly, then took out a piece of leftover sesame seed cake from his pocket and crunched on it with relish.

"Hmph, this cat's even playing peacemaker," Na Ling thought to herself, but didn't say it aloud.

“This is between him and me, what are you interfering for?” Na Ling’s body trembled slightly because the prickly sensation all over Abu’s body made her very uncomfortable, but she was also troubled by the dead cat’s peculiar way of doing things, so she could only let it do as it pleased for the time being.

"Oh dear, don't be so cold..." Seeing that the situation was going well, Abu immediately nuzzled her waist with his head, making a "snoring" sound, as if trying to please her.

"That's not the point. The point is that you also have your own unspeakable secrets. Am I right?" After rubbing against Na Ling, covered her in cat fur, Abu finally stopped and nestled contentedly in Na Ling's arms. Like a little adult, he squinted at Na Ling, as if he knew some secret.

"Give me back the photos—" Na Ling's face darkened, and she reached for the back of Abu's neck, as if she would pick him up and throw him away at any moment.

"Hehe, don't be in such a hurry." Abu nimbly dodged Na Ling's hand, then pulled out an old photograph from somewhere and held it gently in his hands as if it were some rare treasure.

When Na Ling saw the photo, her expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but she quickly returned to normal.

In the photo, Naren, dressed in knight's armor, stands in the center, surrounded by rows of soldiers holding guns, their faces handsome and cold, creating a spectacular scene.

The one closest to Na Ling wore a neat uniform that clung to his body, the badge on his chest gleaming with a dazzling white light. His gaze was resolute, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, giving off an indescribable aura...

This photo, which Anhan's butler Karl brought to her personally when they were in Shenzhen, is like a precious memory.

“A friend.” Na Ling’s voice was calm, but Abu still keenly caught a hint of panic and sadness deep in her eyes.

“You’re lying,” Abu exposed without hesitation. “His badge is on your bedside table in your bedroom.”

"What good will it do you to know this past?" Na Ling's patience was running out; Abu kept testing her limits.

“Of course it’s important.” Abu stood up seriously and looked Na Ling in the eye.

“I was also one of the victims of that war, and I know him. His name is Shaw…” Abu paused, deliberately observing Naling’s reaction.

"Xiao Yiyun." Na Ling didn't want to hear his name called out in front of her like that, so she blurted it out herself.

This is a name she will never forget in her lifetime.

Abu tried to steer Naling to talk about the "stranger" he had only met once, but the conversation didn't go as he expected. Naling's strong resistance to that person surprised Abu.

Despite their shared experience of the pain and trauma of war, this did not seem to provide an opportunity for deeper communication between the two. Naling remained closed off emotionally.

The faint starlight swirled slowly around Na Ling, following the solitary dancer. She raised her head, gazing up at the bright crescent moon in the sky. In this silent moment, she had become one with the world around her, feeling a peace that transcended words.

But that person's badge no longer shines.