บท 624: Chapter 165 Beauty of Imbalance Vasily_1

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In the dimly lit collection room, Annan slightly lifted his head.

Under the candlelight's glow, silvery-white strands of hair peeped out from beneath the white hood, radiating a warm, milky halo.

Annan's face seemed to be luminous.

In his emerald-like left eye, which sparkled with a gentle luster, flickering candlelight was reflected.

These were the brass candlesticks scattered around the room, the tops of which resembled hands with fingers splayed, gripping the base of the candles. This shape inevitably reminded Annan of small monsters from certain game rations...

The candles were thick. Each one was thicker than Annan's arm, with surfaces devoid of any carvings or patterns, just pure white candles burning quietly.

The scene before him reminded Annan of the numerous candles placed in that room in Pale Princess's nightmare.

"Please, come and sit over here."

Vasily, the cat-woman, gently touched Annan's shoulder, speaking softly and elegantly, "Your tea is ready."