Chapter 687: Angel and Devil

Cheyenne's pupils contracted, staring motionlessly at the face beneath the man's mask, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth.

"Why...?"

The face before her was truly a coexistence of angel and devil. His left cheek was marked with pockmarks, crisscrossed with bulging veins that extended from the temple to the chin, resembling twisted branches spreading across half of his face, with a bluish tint, as ghastly as an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

As for the other half of his face, she didn't get a chance to see before the man promptly covered it with his hand. She faintly glimpsed a shaped nose bridge, leading down to his sexy lips, now tightly pursed into a straight line.

He hastily picked up the fallen white mask from the ground, without a moment to spare to say a word to Cheyenne, and dashed in a sorry state towards the main hall.

During his rushed departure, a small rubber band slipped from his hand.

Cheyenne stared at the tiny cherry-colored rubber band on the floor for a long time. Her almond-shaped eyes squinted as she crouched down to pick it up.

After careful examination, a wave of shock surged in her heart, as if a sudden storm had struck on a clear summer day, catching her off guard.

Wasn't this something Kate had given her?

Why would it be on this man?

Who is he, exactly?

Could he be the person from her dreams?

With these thoughts, as Cheyenne belatedly turned to look for the man's figure, he had already vanished into the crowded throng of people.

She scanned the room, only seeing a blend of vibrant dresses and men's suits in the ballroom.

The dance had begun.

It was time for her to return as well.

On the other side, Kelvin sprinted all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor. Since there was no one there, the lights were not turned on either.

ancient style had wooden floors, and a faint crescent moon hung on the eaves of

silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it

the mask, landing softly on the wooden

breeze brushed through his hair, causing two strands of silver-white hair to suddenly emerge, reflecting a dazzling

felt cowardly in any moment like he did just now. Insecurities, unwillingness, fear... these were things he had always disdained as someone born privileged and self-proclaimed strong. Never did he expect that they would eventually become the lingering shadows that he couldn't shake

with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the

entire ugly face in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities and ugliness

this was merely his

could it be

already ruined, so hideous that he would startle himself every time

he,

and astonishment in her eyes, along with the

was afraid of

day. In that instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill ran down

him was strange yet calm, as if she was looking

simply didn't match up to her breathtaking

afraid of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to her. His gaze couldn't help but

What should he do?

unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward led to insecurity and

Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter

the sound of wooden clogs on the

sound, there were two people

this secluded attic with no one

his

slipped over the side of the failing, pressing his body against the wall, and his feet esting on the water

arrived at the spot where he was just

that they might continue further, sweat pouring down his forehead.

woman's voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of

time, keep a close eye

name

He turned his head to try

clear view of

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