Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline had an untainted aura. Her eyes and brows carried the bliss of a girl who was cherished since childhood. There was also the arrogant, confident, and extraordinary aura that emanated from her very being as a scholar-tyrant.

Whether it was the special combination of strength and gentleness that was etched deep in her core or her exceptional and pure otherworldly aura, she was simply too outstanding.

Rose, on the other hand, wore attire with vibrant colors that were pieced together. She looked devastated with tears streaming down her face. She clearly had beautiful features and an alluring body, but every advantage portrayed on her just seemed like a reckless waste of God's creation.

She had succeeded in concealing her superior qualities and highlighting the unrefined side of herself as a country bumpkin.

Seven years ago, Angeline and Rose were total opposites.

A great astonishment manifested on Jay's handsome face. Why, after seven years, did Rose reflect so many vivid shadows that belonged to Angeline?

Just as he slipped into a reverie, the honking sound of a car rang out.

Angeline's car tipping over, smashing

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the driver's seat started emitting smoke. Sitting in the driver's seat, Angeline tried to roll down her window to get out, but it would not budge. Angeline kept hitting the window in panic. Helplessness

who she was calling, nor was it clear if the

brief period of panic and helplessness, the car suddenly rolled over and crashed into the railing next to it. At that very moment, Rose just so

Angeline's car rolled down the cliff, Rose was

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which were densely covered with frost all year round, suddenly melted as

felt in the moments leading up to her death. She had been screaming his name continuously at that time, hoping so badly to hear his voice again in the final moments of her life. That day, he was having a very important meeting in the meeting room,

phone again after the meeting and received 13

Supper', where Jesus was brutally murdered after having a meal with his 12 disciples. The number 13 was