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.

even as when Mount Everest collapsed, crumbled into pieces of unwilling despair in that instant. "Jay, why do you

since he was a

Master knew that he could no longer

doors of Fragrant Vessel Court, Jay stood tremblingly. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

out, wanting to support him,

look, "President Ares, your legs are still recovering. The rehabilitation specialist said that

handsome face revealed a stubborn expression. That was the

well as the sharp pain from the

at President Ares. In this short lifetime, he had learned a lot of

one needed

Another example, forbearance.

never bow down

dragged his heavy body and walked toward

but think of the many good memories from before after returning to this

there, of her look when she

penetrated his

is already a shackle and a cage that suffocates people, why not just let go of each other and allow

that he was very angry at the time... He had yelled at her, "Rose Foyle, put away your