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The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

I just never noticed before. The first time I brought Willow over, she already knew where my bedroom was before I even said anything. She never once asked me for the Wi-Fi password—she was already connected. And then there were all those identical bags and makeup items we had. Some were gifts from Zachary, supposedly to bribe his future sister-in-law, and some she bought herself, claiming that sisters should use the same stuff. I couldn't stay here anymore. Everything in this place—every decoration, every item—stabbed at me like knives.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

I left the hall and wandered into the garden to look at the flowers. "Why did you come out here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" That cool, steady voice came from beside me. It was Chandler. I turned my head and happened to meet his deep, steady gaze. "Look at these blooms. Back when we studied at the academy, the flowers looked just like this." Since my grandfather was the royal advisor, I naturally had the right to study alongside the princes at the academy.

“Ms. Jensen, don’t cry! We’ll help you find it. We’ll find it for sure!” The two boys searched the room and scattered things everywhere. The room quickly became a mess. Julian just watched. He did not try to stop them. “Stop!” Xena finally stepped forward as Moon smashed the third picture frame. Moon turned, terrified. “I’m sorry, Ms. Xander. I didn’t mean to! I was just in such a hurry. I—” Zayden stepped in front of Moon, like a little knight protecting his precious treasure. “Don’t yell at Ms. Jensen!”

Aunt Linda pushed forward, unlocked her phone, and brought up the trending news: [Rapist Dies in Court], holding it up to Mom. “Rebecca, isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You wanted to know what happened? Look carefully at this news, and see who the person named is! “And look at this cremation report—whose name is on it? How dare you blame Charlotte? How dare you shift the blame onto her? “Do you even have a shred of shame? Look at these facts—the real culprit is clear!” … Mom took the phone, read everything carefully, and sank into a deathly silence, crying uncontrollably.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

The elder, heart aching, still had to ask, "Are you sure this will stop them from unleashing chaos?" "It's made from the World Tree. Their connection's cut, so they can't." That was the reply. The Demons' commander scoffed and said, "You're harsh with your own wives. Almost admirable, in a demonic way." "The Twin Blossoms of Ruin deserve nothing less," Rein said. Blood tears fell from my eyes; my every memory of Rein turned to dust and echoes. However, even with their research, those two harbored doubts. So, Rein leaned in close and whispered, "This is just to buy time. I swear I'll come to the Demon World to save you."