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.

unchanging face even as when Mount Everest collapsed,

an arbitrary dictator ever since he was a child

that he could no longer

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

wanting to support him, but Jay

"President Ares, your legs are still recovering. The rehabilitation specialist said that you shouldn't act too

That was the strongest thought of the king who

have to stand." The numbness and weakness of his legs as well as the sharp pain from the base of his legs caused some cold sweat to appear

at President Ares. In this short lifetime, he

needed

Another example, forbearance.

down to any

his heavy body and walked toward every

many good memories from

sitting there, of

voice had penetrated

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

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