Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

The wind was brushing Lela's long hair. A familiar scent reached Flora's nostrils, and Flora, who was doing handicrafts, slowly raised her head and looked towards the orchard.

A girl in a pink dress, who was slender and delicate with features like a painting, stood under a tree and looked at her with an unusually affectionate gaze.

That feeling was very strange.

Flora sighed. She had never seen such a beautiful girl before.

Flora was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, put down the handicraft in her hand, stood up from the chair, and walked towards Lela.

Lela watched as Flora approached her. Lela pursed her lips, her face reddened as she looked at Flora, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Flora walked up to Lela, and only then did she see that she was crying. Flora looked worried. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of Lela's eye and asked softly, "Who are you? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Flora really didn't remember Lela.

Lela grabbed Flora's hand, stared at her intently with her silver eyes, and said, "Hello, I'm Sarah."

Flora showed a gentle smile and immediately replied, "Hello, Sarah."

Then she rubbed Lela's face, wiped away her tears, held her hand as they walked towards the pavilion, and asked, "Sarah, tell me. Why were you crying?"

Seeing that Flora was very calm and appeared normal without any emotional fluctuations about the past, Lela felt relieved. She slowly tightened her grip on Flora's hand and said, "I'm not crying. It's just that it seemed like some sand blew into my eyes, and that's why I teared up."

Upon hearing Lela's words, Flora didn't doubt it. She sat down with Lela and used her slender hands to hold her face and her long fingertips to gently open her teary eyes. Flora's extremely pure and beautiful face leaned close to Lela, and she smiled gently. She kindly said, "Sarah, don't cry. Let me blow on it for you."

Flora's warm breath blew towards Lela's eyes. It was itchy and warm, which made Lela's tears fall uncontrollably.

Flora's fingertips were wet, and she was startled. She asked with concern, "Why are you shedding so many tears? Are your eyes hurting?"

"Let's go find Philip," Flora said.

Before Flora could finish her sentence, Lela hugged her, buried her head in her arms, and said, "No, I want you to hold me. When you hold me, I don't feel pain."

Lela was like a child without a sense of security.

Flora was extremely surprised. Before she could react to what was happening, Lela hugged her.

Flora's hands stiffened. She realized that Lela seemed to be acting childishly toward her. She gradually relaxed her hands, gently rubbed Lela's head, and asked softly, "Sarah? Are your eyes still hurting?"

Lela replied, "Not anymore."

Flora said, unconvinced, "Really?"

Lela assured her, "Yes."

Upon hearing Lela's response, Flora smiled.

She then considered the look in Lela's eyes and felt a bit puzzled. "Sarah, do you know me?" she asked, bluntly.

Otherwise, why would Lela cry upon seeing her?

Lela was stunned for a moment when she heard this. She tightened and then loosened her grip on Flora's hands, stood up from Flora's embrace, looked into Flora's eyes, and said, "Flora, you look a lot like my biological sister." Flora chuckled.

So that's the reason.

Flora reached out and brushed the stray hair at Lela's temple behind her ear as she gently asked, "Where did your sister go?"

Lela lowered her eyes and said slowly, "She went to a beautiful place."

Upon hearing this, Flora immediately knew what it meant and felt guilty. She sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, Sarah. I shouldn't have asked you."

Lela raised her eyes and stared at Flora then shook her head. She said, "Flora, you don't need to apologize."

Perhaps Lela felt that this was the first time she had seen the reborn Flora, and she shouldn't cry all the time. Lela sniffed and looked at the table in the pavilion.

On the table was a piece of paper with a headdress drawn on it, which was surrounded by precious gems and pearls.

Seeing Lela looking at her handicraft, Flora smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, so I'm just making this to pass the time."

Flora's slender fingers twisted a bead through a platinum wire and tied a knot to secure it.

Lela looked down, saw the bandage on Flora's wrist, and asked intentionally, "Flora, how did you get that wound?"

Flora looked at her wrist, and her face looked a bit confused as she said, "I actually don't remember what happened before. According to what Philip and Martin said, I fell on a sharp stone, scratched my wrist, and hit my head. That's how it became like this."

'I don't remember. I don't remember at all,' she thought.

'How nice it is! Flora has forgotten all those filthy dark things.' Lela thought, 'The only downside is that Flora has yet to remember me.'

But seeing how well Flora was doing now, Lela also felt relieved.

She thought to herself, 'Flora, rest assured. I will avenge all those who hurt you, betrayed you, and trampled on you...

'They will pay a painful price for it.'

Lela then looked back at the drawing on the paper and smiled. She curiously asked, "Do you like drawing and designing jewelry?" Flora said, "Yes, I really like it."

Lela picked up a newly made headdress on the side and said, "It's so beautiful."

Seeing Lela like it, Flora handed her the headdress, tied her hair for her, and helped her put it on. She sweetly said, "If you like it. You can keep it."

Meanwhile, Sylvester went to Apricot Grove Yard, where he saw Trenton and Mildred.

At this moment, they were both awake. Mildred was overjoyed to see Sylvester. He immediately jumped out of bed and bounced to Sylvester. He excitedly remarked, "Mr. Gomez, it's so great to see you in this lifetime. I really miss you. I..." Sylvester stood straight, and upon hearing this, a trace of extreme disdain flashed in his amber eyes. He shot a cold glance and said, "Shut up."

Who taught him to say so?

Mildred immediately fell silent.

Sylvester, seeing Mildred quiet, softened the disdain in his tone and asked worriedly, "What dragged you away?"

Thinking of that scene, Mildred felt a chill. She recalled, "Vine. And it sucks blood."

As he spoke, she pulled her hands apart, exposed her chest, and hoped to gain sympathy from Sylvester. He carelessly said, "Look, those small pores on my chest were all from that damn vine's bite." Sylvester was speechless.

Then a childish female voice came over. And scolded Mildred, "You fool, that's a strangling vine."