"Look at that guy, truly worthy of being the Child of Heaven, with his striking sword-like brows and cold eyes, impeccably handsome."
White couldn't help but admire.
In Vivian's mind, Gabriel Moore's deep and mysterious eyes appeared, as if they could see through a person's heart.
Yet they were utterly captivating...
White chattered on incessantly; "Without Spiritual Power, how can he regain his memory? Without Spiritual Power, how can we find a way back to that place."
"Vivian, Vivian, you have to think of a way, I don't want to stay here."
Vivian squinted her cold eyes and scolded angrily, "Shut up! You're so noisy, do you think I want to be here?"
White was too scared to speak, and at this moment, an overly theatrical voice came...
"Vivian Morgan, you're back?"
Cynthia Morgan was dressed flamboyantly, with a red corset mini dress showing off her lovely figure, exquisite makeup, and expensive jewelry...
"Yo, butterfly, where are you off to?"
