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.

portrait, she blurted out in astonishment, "Isn't this

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

However...

the portrait

brows. He felt a pang

he did not even

easel over to the ground and yelled at Jay, "Tell me, are

menacing look and hidden fury flashed across Jay's pupils

glared furiously at Marilyn only to be pierced by

all the unrealistic illusions he was having had fallen into place. The fairy in the painting was not his wife, whereas the lonely and helpless woman standing in front of him was his

a hint of ingratiation, "That was my first time

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

put the child on the bed and went into the kitchen in silence

the couch

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

bowl of chili roasted pepper salad, a plate of fries, a

had never made it a point to

time he ate with Angeline. She would