In Venice's Piazza San Marco, sunlight gently bathes the ancient Basilica, shrouding the magnificent structure in a golden glow. The interwoven marks of history and modernity are clearly visible on the piazza's pavement, and every step feels like treading on the veins of time.

Dora sat at a portable easel, absorbed in copying the Basilica of St. Mark. Her brush danced lightly across the paper, outlining the details of the spires and carvings, as if trying to capture the soul of the building into her painting.

The girl's face was lightly covered by a pair of black-framed glasses, through which one could glimpse her sharp black pupils.

Her long hair was like the night sky in the early morning, covering her back, and her long bangs hung down slightly, adding a touch of quiet temperament to her.

At this moment, a few naughty pigeons discovered the bread on the girl's legs. They flapped their wings and tried to approach the girl who was concentrating on painting.

However, there seemed to be some mysterious force stopping them. They could never fly to the girl's legs and could only circle around her, pecking at the crumbs on the ground.

The girl suddenly stopped painting, tilted her head, and looked around at the chubby pigeons with her bright eyes curiously.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was thinking about something interesting.

"How can I cook it more deliciously?" Dora muttered to herself in a soft and slightly mischievous voice.

This sentence seemed like a curse, making the little pigeons around feel unprecedented fear.

They seemed to understand the girl's hidden meaning, and they all ran away in fear, never daring to approach this seemingly gentle girl again.

The plump pigeons exploded into balls of fluff, and as they fled in panic, they dropped a few feathers. Dora twirled the paintbrush between her fingertips, doubling over with laughter.

The aroma of coffee in the square is intoxicating, the hustle and bustle of people makes people feel the fireworks of life, and the melodious melody of the violin makes everything even more beautiful and moving.

Here, everyone can find their own peace and joy, as if the whole world has become gentle.

Dora gently pushed her glasses up to the top of her head, slowly closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, she seemed to have temporarily forgotten all her worries and sorrows, and completely immersed herself in this unique atmosphere of human life.

The aroma of the cafe, the noise of the crowd, and the melodious music in the distance, all made her feel extremely relaxed and happy.

"Dora," a vibrant figure approached her quickly, accompanied by a rapid call: "Dora, Dora!"

I saw a black-haired beauty waving a file bag in her hand, like a red whirlwind, instantly attracting the attention of many people in the square.

This black-haired beauty was slightly older than Dora, about twenty years old, with a curvaceous figure. In a bright red dress, she looked like a blooming red rose, breathtakingly beautiful.

Dora heard the call and raised her hand to support her forehead, a helpless smile on her face. She knew this friend too well. He was always so impulsive, making her both headache and love him.

"Yara!" Dora responded softly, raising her head.

Receiving Dora's cold gaze, Yara immediately restrained herself a lot. Her expression was like a corgi that had done something wrong. She smiled at Dora ingratiatingly, her eyes full of innocence and apology.

"Why are you in such a hurry again? Everything is done?" Dora asked with a somewhat reproachful tone, but her eyes were full of doting.

"Hey, I'm just worried you'll get impatient." Yara stuck out her tongue and handed the file bag to Dora. "Here, I spent a lot of effort to get it done."

"Don't do this next time. Safety first." Dora took the file bag and patted Yara's shoulder gently.

Yara nodded, transformed into a corgi, and shook Dora's arm. "Got it, Dora. Let's go to that dessert shop quickly, or the 'tiramisu' will be sold out soon."

How could Dora refuse Yara? That was impossible! "Okay, okay, not only do you want to buy tiramisu, but you also want ice cream and egg tarts."

After packing up, the two girls walked hand in hand through the bustling crowd and headed towards the newly opened dessert shop. Their backs looked particularly beautiful in the afterglow of the setting sun, becoming a unique landscape in the square.

Dora and Yara were carrying a large bag of desserts from the dessert shop, and each of them was holding an extra-large ice cream cone. They were walking and chatting as they walked towards their apartment.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on them, adding a touch of warmth and sweetness to the picture.

Yara was in a particularly cheerful mood. She skipped beside Dora and kept saying:

"The adoption procedures have been completed. Now I am your guardian. You have to be good and obedient." After saying that, she winked at Dora mischievously and touched Dora's head.

Dora raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes moving, carefully looking at Yara from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, and then said lightly: "Are you sure?"

There was a hint of nonchalance in her tone, as if she disapproved of Yara's desire to "sing like a liberated serf."

Upon hearing this, Yara couldn't help but tremble all over, then put on a flattering expression: "Not sure, no, I was wrong, Boss. I will always be your number one lackey."

After she finished speaking, she saluted in an exaggerated manner, which made Dora laugh softly, unable to hold back her indifferent expression.

"You little bastard." Dora smiled and shook her head, but her eyes were full of doting.

She sighed softly, and her tone became much softer: "We have come to a new world, and everything starts anew. You can live freely, and don't be bound by me."

When Yara heard this, the playful smile on her face instantly disappeared. She grabbed Dora's arm tightly and asked anxiously, "It doesn't matter which world we are in. You and I will always be family. Are you abandoning me?"

There was a slight tremor in her voice, and it was obvious that she cared very much about Dora's opinion.

Dora looked at Yara, who looked timid but actually so nervous that her hands were shaking slightly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

She took a step forward and hugged Yara tightly:

"Of course we will always be a family. I'm just worried that you want to experience a different life and start all over again. After all, the world we used to live in was so dangerous and complicated."

In Dora's warm embrace, Yara's originally uneasy heart gradually calmed down. She felt the warmth of Dora's arms, as if all her worries and anxieties were dissolved by this warm embrace, and an unprecedented sense of security surged in her heart.

Yara nodded, hugged Dora back, and pressed her chin against Dora's soft black hair.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and choked out, "I don't want to leave you, Dora. No matter which world we are in, we must face it together."

Dora patted Yara's back gently and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Yara. No matter what difficulties you encounter, I will protect you. We have come to a new world and everything can start over."

"Dora, thank you for always being by my side." Yara said softly, with a hint of sob in her voice.

She knew that no matter which world she was in, Dora would always be her most solid support. "I know I'm stupid, but I'll try my best. Please don't abandon me."

"Abandon my head, you make me sound like a scumbag." Dora stood on tiptoe, touched Yara's head, and sighed: "It's obviously you who has always protected me. I can't live without you, my little sun."

Despite her simple and sometimes reckless nature, Yara's sincere and warm heart is like the sunshine on a winter's day, warm and bright. Her smile is always so bright, as if it can dispel all the haze in the world, making people want to get closer.

After a long while, Yara slowly raised her head, looked into Dora's eyes, and said seriously: "Dora, we must work together to live happily in this new world."

Dora, don't be tired of this world, don't be tired of living, and if it really doesn't work, don't leave me alone.

The setting sun stretched their embracing shadows very long, and the golden-red light covered the girls' hair and skirts like a veil.

The distant church bells startled the returning crows, and their clasped palms still held the last ray of warmth.

As the purple-gray twilight began to devour the rosy glow of the sky, no one noticed that the shadows spreading from the tree roots were quietly entwining their figures that were cuddling together.

This one-bedroom apartment in the center of Venice is not large, but it is decorated warmly and elegantly, showing the unique personalities and tastes of its two owners.

The pure white lace curtains and the light green heavy curtains match each other, swaying gently in the wind, like a moving painting, adding a bit of romance and fantasy to this small home.

On the dark purple double sofa, there are several macaron-colored pillows placed casually. They are of different shapes and bright colors, adding a touch of liveliness and vividness to the entire space.

These pillows not only make the sofa look more comfortable and warm, but also seem to tell the multifaceted personalities of the two owners - a deep and steady side, as well as a lively and cute side.

An entire wall of bookcases is filled with various books, maps and magazines, which are arranged in an orderly manner, like a treasure trove of knowledge, waiting for the two owners to explore and discover.

These books not only enriched their spiritual world, but also became their sustenance for finding a sense of belonging and security in this strange world.

On a round mat on the floor lay a half-read financial magazine. The pages rustled in the wind, as if telling of the owner's thirst for knowledge.

Well, it was actually the pursuit of money. These magazines and books were Dora's way of desperately trying to understand the situation in this new world. To say that she was a person who planned ahead was better to say that she was insecure, sensitive and suspicious.

A bunch of gardenias on the coffee table quietly exudes a subtle fragrance. Their pure white petals and emerald green leaves complement each other, adding a touch of freshness and elegance to this small home.

Yara kicked off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, enjoying her snack time with a happy look on her face.

She held the pastry box tightly in one hand and tiramisu in the other. She took one bite after another, and the various pastries in the box disappeared quickly in her mouth. It was obvious that she was very satisfied with the delicious food in front of her.

Dora sat at a nearby table, a thick English dictionary in her hands, absorbed in her study. Occasionally, she looked up at Yara, her face contented with her meal, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Yara, eat slowly. We have dinner soon." Dora reminded softly, her tone full of pampering.

Yara nodded obediently, but her mouth was full of food and her words were unclear: "It's okay, I still have a stomach left for dinner." After that, she continued to concentrate on enjoying her snack meal.

Dora shook her head helplessly. Although the two of them were not short of food and clothing in the late apocalypse, filling their stomachs was the top priority in that apocalyptic environment. Desserts were too scarce.

Now that she finally had a stable life, she naturally wanted to let Yara make it up to her. So she put down the dictionary in her hand, walked over, helped Yara tie up her messy hair, and carefully wiped the cream off the ends of her hair with a tissue.

"Yara, remember not to spread the snack crumbs everywhere, otherwise you'll attract cockroaches and I'll give you a 'love reward'." Dora said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

In the past, there was always someone to cook and clean their residence in the base. When they were on a mission, it was very difficult to make a living. Who had the time and energy to consider hygiene? Therefore, Yara's personal living ability has deteriorated to a terrible level.

When Yara heard the word "reward of love," she immediately remembered the time she'd acted on her own and nearly been killed by a zombie. Her butt still seemed to ache from the "stir-fried bamboo shoots and pork" Dora had given her afterwards. So she nodded obediently, promising to pay attention.

The two of them enjoyed their peaceful time in this cozy little apartment. Although the shadow of the end of the world still occasionally lingered in their hearts, they had tried hard to learn and adapt to this ordinary life.

After dinner, Dora cleared the tableware and shook the pair of black and white mugs she had just bought. "Hot chocolate? Or coffee?"

"Can I have both?" Yara curled up on the sofa, hugging her favorite pillow and wiping the dagger. The blade reflected her beautiful and sexy red lips.

"How about a cup of mocha?" Dora didn't care. She was happy to satisfy Yara's usual deliberate coquettish behavior. There was nothing she could do about it. Beauties were meant to be pampered.

Dora and Yara sat side by side on the balcony of the apartment, each holding a cup of hot mocha in their hands, and the hot coffee was covered with the most luxurious cream in the apocalypse.

The two of them enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility. Their gazes passed through the outline of the city and fell on the setting sun, their eyes full of longing and expectation for the future.

"Yara, what interesting things do you think we will encounter in this new world?" Dora pecked lightly, breaking the silence.

Yara turned around and jumped onto the balcony railing, her slender, white thighs dazzling everyone. She flicked her hair and said nonchalantly, "Who knows? As long as we're together, we're not afraid of anything."

"It would be best if we could enjoy delicious food and beautiful scenery, and live a life of leisure." Dora smiled and nodded, believing Yara's words. At this moment, the washing machine suddenly hummed, and they both reached for their waists, and smiled at each other when their fingertips touched the fabric.

In the end times, the two of them were each other's strongest support. Now that they have arrived in this new world, although everything has to start over, they are confident that they can overcome all difficulties.

"By the way, Dora, do we still need to go to school?" Yara took a big sip of coffee, stuck out her tongue, and licked the white cream at the corner of her mouth. "The world seems quite peaceful. We have to find something to do, otherwise it will be too difficult to kill time."

"Well, you're right. We can apply to university together and learn something." Dora put down the coffee cup in her hand and thought seriously: "Didn't you study at a music college back then? Do you still want to continue studying music?"

"Haha," Yara showed an embarrassed smile on her face: "Haha, let's not do it. Think about it, with my hands that hold a machete all day long, if I go to school to play the violin, I'm afraid I won't be able to help laughing." As she said that, she subconsciously touched her hair, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Dora couldn't help laughing when she saw Yara's embarrassed look. She rolled her eyes and said with understanding:

"Studying science isn't very friendly to an arts student like you. How about taking an English course and a Chinese course? That way you can learn new things and also learn how to get along with ordinary people."

When Yara heard this, she jumped up excitedly. "What a great idea! I'm not very good at English, but I can definitely pass Chinese!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the coffee cup in her hand tilted uncontrollably due to excessive excitement, and the coffee splashed out.

Dora was quick-witted and used her special powers to collect all the splattered coffee and pour it into Yara's cup.

Seeing this, Yara stuck out her tongue and immediately put on a fawning expression, flattering him: "Boss, your ability has returned! Congratulations!"

Dora looked at her funny appearance and snorted twice. "Thank you for the compliment. However, starting tomorrow morning, you and I will resume training. You have been too lazy these days. We must stay alert and be ready to deal with any possible danger at any time."

When Yara heard about training, she immediately frowned. "That's not necessary, Boss. I can practice casually on my own. There's no need for you to come in person."

"Having faces like ours is a potential danger in itself." Dora tapped Yara's smooth cheek with her finger, then pointed at her own face, which was distortedly beautiful after she took off her glasses. "Don't let your guard down just because you leave the apocalypse."

Yara knew that what Duola said was right. If the two of them hadn't been so strong in the early days, they would have ended up in trouble because of their looks. Later, if it weren't for Duola's "brother" Dongfang, the two of them wouldn't have had such an easy time.

However, she wisely did not mention the "Great Lord". He and "Qiaomu" were taboos and pains in Dora's heart.

It wasn't that she didn't want to train, it was that she didn't want to train with the boss, the king of curling. So, she nodded and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, boss, I'll listen to you. Let's start training together tomorrow morning."

"Boss, what do you want to learn? Are you going to learn painting?" Yara blinked her big eyes and looked at Dora curiously.

She knew that Dora's biggest hobby was painting, and she would often take out picture books to sketch when she had nothing to do, so she guessed that Dora might choose to go to art college for further studies.

Dora held up a finger and shook it. "Drawing is a hobby. It wouldn't be beautiful if it became homework. In this new world, I want to learn something more practical. For example, I plan to sign up for a course in financial management and computer science."

"Financial management? Computers?" Yara's face was filled with surprise. "Boss, why are you suddenly interested in this? It has nothing to do with your usual hobbies. Are we short of money now?"

"Don't worry, money is just a number to us. I won't let you worry about money." Dora shrugged her shoulders, acting like a wealthy woman, reassuring Yara.

She threw up her hands helplessly. "It can't be helped, Yara. Although we're not short of money, in this new world, we still need the necessary financial management and information gathering skills. What if you get scammed while I'm away? We also need a channel for information, just in case."

Yara's face immediately fell when she heard this. "Boss, you know I get a headache when I see numbers. You used to keep all my money for me, and it's still good now, isn't it? Why do you have to force me to learn these boring things?"

Dora felt a little sorry for Yara's grievance, but she knew that in this new world, they had to learn more skills to protect themselves.

So, she gently advised, "Yara, I know you don't like numbers, so I'm not asking you to study financial management. I just want you to learn the basics of how money works in this world. I'll learn with you, and we'll supervise each other and make progress together."

After listening to Dora's words, Yara Ya was still a little reluctant, but finally nodded: "Okay, Boss. Since you said so, then I will try. But you have to promise me that if I really can't learn it, you can't force me."

Dora smiled and patted Yara's shoulder: "Don't worry, Yara. I won't force you. As long as you try your best, no matter what the result is, I will support you."

"Once these basic things are arranged, I'll take you on a trip." Dora quickly encouraged Yara, offering her a big carrot. "Don't you like all kinds of food? Let's go from city to city and try some."

There's no way, this guy is really a pure "art student". When we first met, he really only knew how to chop and didn't know anything else. He was just a "violent little princess" living in an ivory tower, otherwise he wouldn't have been almost killed by his college classmates.

In the previous world, there was no chance. This time, she must cultivate her personal survival and living abilities. In case something happens to her, this guy can also survive.

"When the time comes, we can rent a yacht, travel around the world, eat all kinds of delicious food, and see all kinds of handsome guys." Yara happily imagined the beautiful life in the future.

Sometimes, fate is so mysterious. Yara once dreamed of eating all the delicious food in the world, but in this new world, for various reasons, this wish seems unattainable. However, to her surprise, another wish - the wish to see all the handsome men - was fulfilled in a strange way.

At night, everything was silent, with only moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains into Dora and Thea's small apartment. Dora sat on the windowsill, clutching the paper bag containing their new identity documents, her eyes deep and complex.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Yara who was sleeping soundly on the bed with a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Dora smiled helplessly, stood up and walked over, gently wiped the traces from the corners of Yara's mouth with a tissue, then pulled over a blanket and gently covered her with it.

Back on the windowsill, Dora opened the file bag again and carefully examined the documents, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

She and Yara had experienced countless life and death tests in the end times. Now that they had traveled through time, they finally had the opportunity to start over.

Dora still felt a lingering fear when she recalled the days in the apocalypse. Initially, she and Yara were neighbors living in a villa complex and did not interact much.

He was originally a high school student living alone at home. When the end of the world came, he was lucky enough to activate his spatial and spiritual abilities.

While out collecting supplies, by chance, he saved Yara, who was nearly killed by her college roommate.

Yara has a carefree personality, but at the moment of life and death, she activated her hidden ability, which made Yara, who likes to kill people with a machete, very depressed.

The two supported each other and struggled to survive in the apocalypse for twenty years. During this process, they experienced countless dangerous difficulties and faced all kinds of treacherous struggles, but they never gave up on each other.

In the tenth year of the apocalypse, Dora finally won the position of Western Lord, and spent another three years to gain a firm foothold in the Western territory. Dora's supernatural power rose to level seven, and Yara also broke through the bottleneck of level six.

The cruelty of the end of the world is far beyond people's imagination, and accidents may happen to people at any time.

During a battle where the zombie king besieged the city and alien plants invaded, Dora closed the space around her for various reasons, intending to do her best to entangle the zombie king and detonate her own crystal core.

She had clearly sent her friends Yara and Nanlin away in advance, but she hadn't expected Yara to be lazy and not leave the Western City.

This seemingly carefree fool, at the last moment, resolutely ran back, determined to live and die with Dora.

Dora was so angry that she almost died. At the moment when the seventh-level space crystal core exploded, Dora desperately used the released energy to split the dimensional gap.

Fortunately, God seemed to have finally favored them, and the two of them traveled to this new world together, which was the shell that had regressed to its state before the end of the world.

The structure of the new world is not that different from the original world, but language has become a big problem for them. Who would have thought that the two of them would fall into Europe?

Yara, a poor student, couldn't even speak English well, let alone Italian. And Dora, a top student, although she had a certain talent for languages, couldn't master this new language quickly.

So, the two of them had to pretend to be frightened and lose their memory, and with the help of Dora's remaining mental abilities, they barely solved the identity problem.

The goddess of fate finally showed her gentle side and opened a brand new door for them.

Not only did they gain the precious opportunity to continue their unfinished lives, but more importantly, they did not lose the special abilities they relied on to survive the apocalyptic catastrophe.

After several months of breathing exercises and recovery, their bodies gradually adapted to the new rules of this world.

They were surprised to find that although the crystal core in their bodies - the core that once condensed their supernatural power - had mysteriously disappeared, that power did not disappear with the disappearance of the crystal core.

On the contrary, it is deeply integrated into their meridians in a more subtle and restrained way.

The two of them had indeed considered returning to their familiar homeland countless times, where they had the language and the cultural customs they were familiar with.

In their hometown, this ancient and mysterious country, there are countless secrets and miracles hidden.

Talented and ambitious people emerge in endlessly, and all kinds of extraordinary power and wisdom gather here.

And they, as people with special abilities who once struggled to survive in that apocalyptic world, are burdened with countless secrets and secrets.

If they choose to go back, these secrets are likely to be leaked, which will not only bring unforeseen dangers to themselves, but may also have immeasurable impact on the entire world.

They will be involuntarily involved in various disputes and conspiracies and will never be able to escape.

Now, looking at the new identity document in her hand, Dora was filled with emotion and vigilance.

The law's recognition of the cultivation of supernatural powers makes Dora always vigilant. The peace of this world is probably only superficial, and countless secrets and risks are hidden beneath the calm sea.

Dora put aside the infinite emotions and various fantasies about the future in her heart, sat cross-legged in front of the window, and began to practice tonight. Strength and wisdom are always the solid guarantee of a free life.

The night breeze gently blows across the waters of Venice, bringing a touch of coolness to the people of the city. On the other side of this ancient and romantic city, a deadly game of seduction is quietly unfolding.

In a dark and narrow alley, a young man with brown hair and an upright figure was kissing a beautiful woman with brown hair goodbye.

The young man's face was as handsome as a statue, appearing even colder and more mysterious in the moonlight. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a charming smile that seemed to be able to capture any woman's heart in an instant.

"Honey, I'm looking forward to our game." The young man's voice was low and magnetic, full of temptation.

Mia looked at the man in front of her obsessively, with a strange light flashing in her eyes, a look that was a mixture of desire, expectation and obsession.

She said reluctantly, "Dmitri, if I win the game, will you be mine?"

As she said this, a dreamy smile appeared on the girl's face, as if she had already foreseen the moment when the game would end, and she would stand at the pinnacle of victory, with Dmitri by her side, with only her in her eyes.

Her heart was filled with beautiful visions of the future, and her pure yearning for love reached its peak at this moment.

Dmitri nodded slightly, a subtle cunning flashing in his eyes. "Of course, dear. The game starts tonight, and I will come to find you in seven days. You must hide well and don't let me find you."

The girl's face was filled with excitement and nervousness. She nodded vigorously, as if she couldn't wait to start the game. She left the alley, looking back every few steps, and her figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Dmitri still had that charming smile on his face. He stood there, watching the girl leave, but his eyes revealed an unfathomable coldness.

Dmitri, as the most skilled tracker in the Volturi family, his reputation is well-known in the vampire world.

No prey can escape his pursuit. This outstanding dark talent not only makes him one of the Volturi's most precious guards, but also an important means for him to gain the joy of survival in his eternal life.

The game that was about to be played tonight was just one of countless boring little games used to kill time in his long and monotonous life.

At the corner of the street, a dark figure slowly emerged under the hazy moonlight. It was a young man named Alec in a black suit.

He stood at the junction of shadow and light, the moonlight outlining his tall and aloof figure, his eyes revealing a depth and mockery that was inconsistent with his appearance.

He had been quietly watching the interaction between Dmitri and the brown-haired girl not far away, with a disdainful smile on his face.

Alec was speechless at Dmitri's passion for tracking and escaping games.

In his opinion, there was nothing to be happy or honored about being obsessed with such a stupid girl.

"You are so boring. Aren't you tired of this game yet?" Alec sneered softly.

He couldn't understand why Dmitri was obsessed with this false fantasy of love, and even less why he liked to break this fantasy with his own hands at the end of the story, as if it was a kind of pleasure or proof.

Just as Alec was about to turn around and leave, on the other side of the street corner, Heidi, a beautiful woman in a red dress as bright as flames, slowly stepped out of the shadows, like a flower blooming from the depths of the night.

Even under the faint moonlight, her beautiful face still exudes an irresistible charm.

The red dress sways, and every step seems to tell endless temptations and stories. She is Heidi, a vampire in the Volturi family who is famous for her talent for dark charm.

Heidi chuckled, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness and provocation, "Dmitri, what if you can't find that girl?"

Her question is both a question of Dmitri's ability and a subtle irony of his emotional investment in the game.

Dmitri received Heidi's provocation, but he did not get angry. Instead, he responded with more confidence: "This is impossible, Heidi. I have never failed in my pursuit, and this time will be no exception."

Heidi curled her lips slightly and advised sincerely, "Dmitri, perhaps you should think carefully now. Because in this world, there will always be a girl who can surpass the dark talent that you are so proud of, and make you return in vain in your pursuit. When that happens, these seemingly vicious yet self-satisfied actions of yours will eventually backfire on you, and you will pay the price."

Dmitri didn't take it seriously and smiled faintly. "Heidi, you're always like this, like to add a pessimistic tone to things. But for me, life is an adventure full of unknowns and challenges. I very much look forward to the day when a girl can truly escape my pursuit. That will be an unprecedented and exciting duel. But until then, I will continue to enjoy this game of pursuit and escape, because this is the fun of life."

As the night deepened, ripples appeared on the water surface of Venice.

At this time, Dmitri did not know that fate had already prepared a punishment for his outrageous words today.

On the other side, Dora and Yara had no idea that this absurd and dangerous game would be inextricably linked to them.