Sir Ares, Goodnight

Garden Of A Diary.

Jay watched the moving company move out his belongings with an indifferent expression as he sat in the middle of the living room.

The employees of the moving company would occasionally come over to clarify with him when they encountered some things that they did not understand. "President Ares, do the daily necessities need to be moved out as well?"

"Do the indoor flower pots need to be moved?"

Jay said, "Move everything that belongs to me out of this house."

He wanted to leave the Garden Of A Diary to Angelina. Since Angelina hated him so much, if she saw his stuff, she would... Jay shook his head and smiled bitterly. He did not dare to think about the hateful expression on Angeline's face.

Once Garden Of A Diary had become empty, it was as if no one had ever lived here.

Any traces of Jay were obliterated.

Only then did the moving company drag the few carts of furniture to Tourmaline Estate.

Jay's Rolls-Royce appeared at the gates of Tourmaline Estate an hour later.

Mount Everest collapsed,

ever since he was a child and no

Old Master knew that he could

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reached out, wanting to support

a worried look, "President Ares, your legs are still recovering. The rehabilitation specialist

revealed a stubborn expression. That was the strongest thought of the king who would conquer

weakness of his legs as well as the sharp pain from the base of his legs caused some cold sweat to appear on his

lifetime, he had learned a lot of

example, one needed

Another example, forbearance.

down to any

heavy body and walked toward every corner of Fragrant

many good memories from before

still remembered when Rose was sitting there, of her look when she gently disinfected his

sweet voice had penetrated his tympanic membrane without

why not just let go of each

at the time... He had yelled at her, "Rose Foyle, put