Chapter 483: My Dad Comes Home for Dinner Every Day
The dim room was adorned only with a few hazy and ambiguous small lanterns.
A woman lounging in a spacious sofa took a deep breath.
In the palm of her hand, she cradled a pink halo of light.
The halo struggled incessantly, darting left and right but unable to break through Five Fingers Mountain, merely trembling futilely.
"Unwilling? Regretful?"
"Such souls are indeed the sweetest."
Despite her words, the woman's actions were rough, her hands coming together to casually knead the orb a few times before tossing it into a nearby lantern.
The lantern crackled, as if it had just been refueled.
The light emitted brightened slightly.
"These women, always claiming they'd rather die for beauty, that life without being loved is not worth living, yet at the last moment, none are without regrets."
"To become a work of art, you need the resolve to be carved and polished thousands of times. I am quite the good Samaritan, helping you fulfill your desires."