Sir Ares, Goodnight

He pushed Zayne away and bolted upstairs straight away as if he was entering his own house.

Zayne tried to stop him, but Lady Severe shook her head at Zayne and said, "Let him go. Your sister is lovesick and needs to be treated with love. He's your sister's antidote." Zayne stamped his feet with anger. "Antidote? More like a poison to me."

Upstairs.

Jay came to Angeline's bedroom and pushed open the bedroom door in trepidation.

Angeline was curled up on the bed, her dark and shiny hair messily draped over her pale white face. It made her face look much thinner and paler.

Her eyes were wide open, revealing her beautiful black -glazed pupils. Her deep-set eyes made her look extremely haggard, and her gaze was slack yet gloomy.

After entering the room, Jay closed the door behind him gently.

He dragged his lead-filled feet toward the bed.

Then, he knelt on the ground gently, leaned forward, and rested his body on the bed as he gazed at

face. Tears welled

he had loved

one, and that was to make a lot of money so that she could lead a

the person who had hurt her most deeply

reached out and ran his fingers through her black hair before eventually resting

his touch, yet she gave no other

will take you home,

slightly lowered. She was considered to have given him

must get well soon so that you'll have the strength to scold me

the warm spring breeze that blew straight

a burden to him. Her body had let her down, and just like

He drew out his hand that was wrapped in her black hair and was about to get up to

grabbed his hand with a

felt the greatest sense of security when

Jay was slightly stunned...