Chapter 55 What a Good Woman, Pity She's Alive

She herself would actually want to spare his life for such a superficial reason?

Just because he was the first one to call her beautiful?

Ridiculous!

Looking at the ring tossed into the corner, Ivyst's expression was ice-cold.

Useless thing.

Although it had been thousands of years, the ancient curse proved to be unreliable, prone to all sorts of malfunctions due to its age.

Her full chest heaved rapidly, as if trying to calm the dissatisfaction and irritation in her heart.

Turning her head, she glanced at the wine cup on the windowsill and, without a second thought, picked it up and drained it in one go.

Moments later, a faint blush of drunkenness emerged on her pale cheeks, utterly charming.

However, at this very moment, there was no one to witness it.

Ivyst stared unblinkingly at Lynn, whom she had knocked out cold on the floor, falling into a long silence.

It was unknown what was running through her mind.

After a while, she took a deep breath, calming her emotions.