Hao Ren stared blankly at the large portrait before him—the heavy, old-fashioned wooden frame was decorated with exquisite patterns and gold studs, displaying the typical lavish style of the nobles from that era. Anyone could tell from the decorations alone how special this portrait was to the Andre family. The girl in the portrait wore an elegant black dress and stood amid a thicket of roses, while the background carried an inexplicable gloom and oppression. A faint smile touched the girl's face—it was Vivian.
Hao Ren heard Vivian's voice and turned in astonishment. "That's really you?!"
Looking at the portrait, Vivian's fragmented memories finally began to reassemble in her mind. "...Yeah, that's right. I really did have an outfit like that back then... I saved money for two months to have a French tailor make it. Yeah, I really did live here back then."
Then she frowned and looked around. "But this place certainly didn't look like this back then..."
Becky stared at Vivian in horror. "You... you're the witch recorded in the Andre family's records?!"
"They didn't call me that back then..." Vivian frowned and tried hard to search her memories. She waved at Hao Ren. "Wait a moment. I need to remember. That period happens to be the blurriest part of my memories, and besides... this place has changed far too much. Just wait."
Vivian summoned a swarm of tiny bats to form a chair, then sat down and closed her eyes in thought. Bai Huo stared at the scene in astonishment. When she had come here before, it had never occurred to her to search for a portrait of the witch. As a Demon Hunter, she was only interested in her prey, and a witch who had left hundreds of years ago was obviously not worth her