"His sleeping face is a sight for sore eyes...is this how that girlfriend of his feels? The one who doesn't even bother to hide her origins.
I mean, of all the fake names, she chose to just use 'Lane'? That's just taking out four letters from her actual name.
Why am I even annoyed by something as random as that?"
Agnes shook her head as if trying to shake away this strange feeling of annoyance before walking up to the sleeping Evan.
Soul power coalesced on her palm when she reached him, taking a deep breath and muttering.
"It should work the same way, right?"
She slowly raised her palm up, gaining more confidence when she noticed nothing strange was happening.
But the instant her palm faced Evan's chest—his eyes shot open.
"?!"
**BAMM!!!
Agnes did not understand what happened next.
