Sir Ares, Goodnight

Unable to hold them back in the end, Rose's tears fell freely like rain through a torn canopy.

It wet the pillow beneath.

Could she still believe in him?

Her gaze was empty as the void.

Finally, she set her eyes on the white marbled tiles and the carved mahogany handrails.

The handrail led to the quiet floor upstairs, where it was abnormally dark.

"A crazy woman is hiding in Daddy's bed!"

Jenson's shaky voice suddenly echoed in Rose's head.

Unable to sleep, Rose got up and dressed herself. Then, she tiptoed up the stairs.

Jenson was not the only one panicking about the secret behind the attic, for it agitated her as well.

Who was the woman in the attic?

As the Fragrant Vessel Court was built following the characteristics of classical overlapping architectures, its rooms were built intricately and were naturally dim.

the door in front of the handrail,

and closed the door behind

a bedroom. Simply decorated, there was a corseted square table

feet brought her down the archway on the right where she was met with a narrow wooden door. Lightly pushing it, Rose

French furniture. The color scheme fitted perfectly with Jay's personality-Dark and

less covered

walked toward the screen. Her heart raced nervously for some reason, and her hands subconsciously clenched

designs. Coupled with the Chinese painting, it was an elegant sight to behold. Despite her passion for such art, Rose did not have

the screen, she could see what was

burner, burning

a portrait of a man in loosefitting clothes, exposing his tantalizing collarbones. Around his neck hung

eyes were tinted with laze as he lay on the

woman with

back, it reminded people of words such as 'stunning'

the portrait, Rose felt her heart drop down a bottomless pit as she stared at the gentle adoration in both their

be it his exquisite features, his charming peach blossom eyes, or the dignified aura he gave

relationships with other women! He was

jolted in pain. She quickly steadied herself as

the incense burner further pushed

burner had never once ceased, which meant someone was living

was a woman in the