Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 172 Only She Can Seek Vengeance

Lela pursed her lips, her reddening eyes beginning to mist as she gazed at Sylvester.

She briefly lowered her eyes, a gentle shake of her head as she spoke calmly, "Sylvester, I can't." Flora was her dear sister.

In the Holy Light Tribe, she reveled in landscapes unseen by the modern world-a profound love for the tribe's crystal-clear springs, the large blooming flowers, the beautiful butterflies that always lingered near her, the towering trees, and the dappling sunlight.

Her mother loved most to walk deep into the forest and sit on the golden sands of the beach, gazing at the sunset's afterglow.

As a child, Lela never understood why her mother was so fond of the sunset; all she knew was to snuggle into her mother's embrace and ask for kisses.

Her mother would hold her, softly kissing her forehead and telling her stories.

Her mother said she once had a home, but it was far away, and she might never be able to return.

sister just as beautiful as you, but she's out there in the modern world, a world I might never get to

near the border of

so longed to see Flora-she

this modern

mother love the seaside so

back then, but now it was clear to her. Whenever her mother visited the shore, it wasn't merely to bask in the afterglow of

modern world, with their vile, ugly, and contemptible ways, had cruelly

possibly

gentle and indulgent. Clasping Lela's knife-bearing right hand firmly, he spoke softly,

like this and didn't care why or what she wanted

gaze lowered, her voice soft,

was the same phrase