Chapter 952: THE SCENT OF CITRUS

"Hope?" Lilac whispered the other guardian angel's name when she opened her eyes and saw her standing in front of her.

Lilac didn't realize it until Hope helped her to stand up that she was sitting on the floor made of white tiles, yet everything was white in here, even the walls… no, actually Lilac was unsure whether there was a divider around her.

This place was plain white and there was nothing she could see except that one particular color.

"Hope, where are we?" Lilac asked her, looking around her with unconcealed confusion in her eyes.

Hope smiled softly. "I don't really know what to call this place, but I could say that this place is mine," she said firmly. For some reason, Hope was sure what she said was right. This place belonged to her.

She didn't know when she started to realize it, but she just knew it.

"You know, like I own this realm," Hope added, she waved her hand toward her surroundings and smiled shyly for talking so bold.