Sir Ares, Goodnight

The exact same eyebrows.

The exact same tenderness.

The exact same beautiful eyes and the same radiant smile!

The exact same youth and liveliness-so beautiful that it was impossible to be absorbed all at once!

She looked just like a sculpture that had frozen in time!

He needed to admit that such an exquisite beauty had taken his breath away.

For some reason, he felt really happy when he saw this woman's face. It was as if the scorching sun had melted the winter's ice and snow.

Jay stood there in a daze.

As a wise and careful man, he surmised that the reason he was able to draw Angeline's bare face out of thin air was that she existed in his memory.

Marilyn entered the room with the Tiger in her arms. When she noticed Jay staring blankly at a portrait, she walked over curiously.

the portrait, she blurted out in astonishment,

of eyes on the portrait. Those were a pair of extraordinary and lively eyes, fascinating anyone with their brilliant glow and vibrant

However...

eyes on the portrait

brows. He felt a

portrait that he did not

easel over to the ground and

flashed across Jay's pupils as he reached out

only to

this moment, all the unrealistic illusions he was having had fallen into place. The fairy in the painting was not his wife, whereas the lonely

spoke with a hint of ingratiation, "That was my first time meeting

streaming down her face, she said while choking with sobs, "I'm going

the child on the bed and went into the kitchen in silence to make

on the

a sudden, his peaceful life seemed to have turned into a ball of

chili roasted pepper salad, a plate of fries, a plate of fried pierogi, and grilled pepper

had never made it a point to

a flashback of the time he ate with Angeline. She