Sir Ares, Goodnight

After a short pause, he added, "It's Rose's body, but Angeline's soul."

There was a slight confusion on Jay's handsome face." You mean... Angeline has transmigrated into Rose's body?"

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Sera clapped her hands and mocked him. "Your theories are full of wonders, kiddo. I think you've been reading too many fantasy novels, which explains all these absurd ideas of yours. But you've missed a few points in your story because the car accident didn't kill Angeline, nor did it kill Rose. Both of them have appeared in front of us before."

The young man asked, "But have you ever seen both of them at the same time before?"

Sera could not answer his question.

The youngster continued, "In the first seven years after the accident, she was Rose Loyle. In the last five years, she's been Angeline Severe."

Jay was getting stirred up as he asked, "What else do you know?" "After Rose crashed and disfigured her face, she

commissioned a cosmetic surgeon to restore her face into Angeline's!"

man was able to connect the

the completed plot was filled with fantasy, and it still felt somewhat

Jay. They were firmly convinced that Jay, the atheist, would never believe

he still needed time to digest the

over to the piano next to him. He lifted the piano cover and gently played

Lily in its saddest version. The tune made one think of someone who had gone through

noticed something was amiss, so she walked toward the piano and slammed her hand on the keys. Then, she furiously exclaimed, "How dare you play

"Are you feeling better?"

in astonishment. "Where did you learn how to play Red Spider Lily? Who are you?" he asked

his cap. A wave of black hair was exposed, and he proceeded to take off his sunglasses as well. Now, his charming and cold pupils

when she noticed that the boy's features were exactly the same

his hand in a trembling manner to

said, "I'm

pulled him into his

"Jens."