A Figure That Could Not Be Mistaken

Fiennes lowered his head and casually glanced at the beauty in red.

Her eyes were watery and there were faint traces of tears on her palm-sized face. Even so, she was still extremely beautiful.

Perhaps it was because she had just cried, but that pair of beautiful black and white eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, which was particularly heartbreaking.

But even so, it was unable to stir up even the slightest fluctuation in Fiennes' heart.

In fact, in Fiennes' heart, what he hated the most was this kind of delicate, soft, boneless beauty who always wanted to rely on others for survival.

Because, Fiennes' mother was such a person.

She was too weak, which was why she led such a helpless life.

Fate could be changed by human strength. However, many people would simply succumb to the evil hands of fate because they were afraid, and they would fall from grace from then on.