Sir Ares, Goodnight

The three-year-old Angel had an angelic beauty. She was very much like her mommy, who had a delicate and lovely temperament. However, their strong spirits could not be denied.

"Her name is Angel?" Gale's profound and unfathomable eyes became extremely gentle and pure at this moment. The vicissitudes in his eyes seemed to have faded away, leaving only a sense of contentment in the peace.

Angeline was still panicking as she replied, "This is my youngest child, Angel. She's extremely daring by nature and refuses to be subjected to any discipline, which utterly breaks my heart."

At this moment, Angel, who still had a caterpillar in her hand, was immediately awestruck upon seeing Gale. Her eyes were foolishly fixed on him.

Gale walked toward Angel, squatted beside her, and patted her head softly. His looks were fresh and delicate akin to clear spring water.

Angel continued to stare at him.

The look in both their eyes was a bit inquisitive, and there were also some indescribable surprises.

Upon witnessing this scene, Angeline felt that the two

were akin to old friends who only had each other in their eyes.

"I think I've

find each other familiar. I'll be giving you this as a gift, then." Angel looked at the ice-cold pendant and some

bade his farewell and said,

Angeline nodded.

After a couple of steps, she halted and tightly held onto the

felt like she had seen a trace of grief in Angel's eyes for

she was a woman

yelled out

became bright and beautiful again. She exposed her spotless white canines and Angeline was stunned. Angel was

behaved mischievously and stirred up

that

nodded. "He's very good-looking, Mommy. He looks

as a thread and not

tall and fair-skinned with beautiful eyes. He looks just like an otherworldly

glanced suspiciously at Gale's back as he walked away. He was clearly

her aesthetic conception was somewhat lacking. She did not