Oreos lifted his head. The first thing he saw was a pair of brown, high-top boots. Above them was a short robe covered in intricate patterns, as if the stars themselves were embroidered upon it.
Delicate white hands peeked out from slightly oversized cuffs. Even the loose robe couldn't hide her figure. And then there was that exquisite, cold face—an inorganic beauty that seemed otherworldly.
"Li... Liliana? What is this... This has to be some kind of joke, right?!"
Oreos called out his fiancée's name, but she merely flicked her ponytail and casually glanced at him and the investigation report in his hands.
Her delicate eyebrows raised slightly as she said coolly,
"So you peeked... Whatever. I don't need it anymore, anyway. This report is the genuine result of my practical research. It's not a joke."
His fiancée's words were a sledgehammer, completely shattering Oreos's last shred of hope.
