Chapter 161 An Unexpected Guest

• A young girl’s coquettish sweetness was a quiet weapon of love. The younger and more beautiful she was, the sharper that weapon became. The world was indulgent toward youth and beauty, forgiving almost anything as if it were only natural.
• Listening to Victoria’s soft, cheerful voice, Dante unconsciously tightened his hold on her. He didn’t quite understand his own emotions, so he rambled on, half complaining, half lamenting.
• “Why would fate arrange things this way, baby?” he muttered. “We should have met earlier. You should have been mine. Why did you only appear now, when I’m almost thirty and you’re still in high school? You’re so young… when I look at you, I see my own past. It makes me nostalgic—and it hurts. Why must destiny toy with us like this? Why is nothing ever perfect?”