Sir Ares, Goodnight

As the layers of bandages were peeled away, Rose's eyes that had not seen sunlight for some time were greeted with a strong ray of it. Rose felt amazingly stunned when she saw that familiar face in the mirror.

She was as beautiful as a fairy that came to the human world and attracted attention. She was elegant, yet there was a hint of playfulness in her. Peter was stunned as well. "I thought you'd at most be a beautiful sculpture. I didn't expect that you'd bring life to this face."

Rose smiled beautifully. 'Of course. This is my face to begin with.'

"Thank you, Peter! I love it very much!"

Peter spoke from the depths of his heart, "Rose, you're truly the most beautiful being on this earth."

Rose's expression stiffened. She turned around and corrected Peter solemnly. "Peter, Rose Loyle is dead. Call me Angeline Severe from now on."

Peter crossed his arms over his chest and nodded understanding^. "Understood!"

Many girls would change their names after undergoing cosmetic surgery. They would want to have a more befitting name.

Clearly, he had misunderstood Angeline.

reflection in the mirror. After eight years, her soul and

on, she was the original Angeline

could not wait to run over to Jay at this moment and give him this

thing stopping her was her understanding of his temper. After she had left him without bidding goodbye, it was going to be hard

Miss Severe, the scars of your surgery are still visible and need a period of meticulous care before your face becomes flawless." Angeline nodded.

the window, the snow had begun

by the window, watching the snowflakes float in

the time many years ago when she and Jay had snuck into the underground room through

they were arguing with their enemies. Grand Old Master Ares had scolded Jordan for being a good-for-nothing his whole life. Then, Jordan said

him with a drug that could cause selective amnesia. As for her, she

ruffled her hair in frustration. The dark secret inside Tourmaline Estate was like a ticking time bomb. She was worried that if

the dark secret was like a fire in a prairie that could burn

news about Imperial Capital, but no news reached her. She believed that

disturbed and agitated. She had to do something to calm her