"Resist, resist this unfair fate, as humans have desires, what is the desire in your heart?"
Isabella Foster's tone carried a gentle temptation, easily entrancing people.
"Is it your family, your friends, you... the person you are thinking about at this very moment."
She tempted, dragging the innocent soul into the smoky haze of the world.
"That is your destiny, not mine."
The young lady in white clothes calmly looked at her, shattering Isabella Foster's temptation with the calmest voice.
The dust in front of her gradually dispersed, and Isabella Foster looked at her in disbelief.
"Why...?"
Before she could finish, Isabella Foster turned into a puff of white smoke and flew into the young lady's body.
Anton Cook saw Aubree Groove holding a wooden comb and standing quietly, as if she was in a trance.
Unconsciously, both Vincent Linggo and Anton Cook dared not disturb her.
