Sylvie counted the days and knew that Connor would have an episode tonight.

True enough, he returned in the middle of the night. As soon as he came in, he impatiently pulled Sylvie into his arms.

Feeling woozy from the sudden barrage of kisses, Sylvie just barely managed to ask, "You're not hanging out with Anna?"

Instead of replying, Connor deftly took off her sleeping gown and carried her to the home altar. She closed her eyes and silently told herself this was the last time.

Fueled by the effects of his compulsive sexual disorder, Connor was like a famished beast, fiercely feasting on Sylvie. She had to admit he was incredibly proficient at this.

After the first round, Sylvie had to rest for some time before she finally felt like herself again. However, just as she got up to put her clothes back on, Connor put an arm around her waist and pulled her back toward him.

"That wasn't enough. I need more."

Only after spending seven whole hours at it did Connor's symptoms finally ease. He tossed a white handkerchief at Sylvie and said, "Clean up after yourself. Don't sully God's eyes."

Looking at the blinking red light of the camera in the distance, Sylvie couldn't resist smirking. After seven years, she had finally completed her mission.

Two hours later, she was going to sever all ties with Connor. They would never see each other again.

Sylvie was in a pretty good mood as she took a shower. Keen to get some souvenirs for her parents, she headed out of the house. As soon as she entered an alley, someone bashed her head with a bat, knocking her out.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a dark hut. Anna was standing in front of her with a furious expression.

"Connor was watching the fireworks with me last night. Why did he suddenly ditch me and run off to look for you? What kind of spell did a seductress like you put on him, Sylvie?"

Without waiting for Sylvie to speak, Anna clapped her hands, and a group of beggars immediately surrounded Sylvie.

Anna's expression became rather twisted as she continued, "Do you know what the most cunning scheme is? It's when you use yourself as bait."

Just then, Connor came storming into the hut.

Anna swiftly changed into a frail, helpless demeanor. She cried pitifully, "Connor! Sylvie got so jealous that she hired a bunch of people to violate me! Thank goodness you came over in time, or else I would've…"

Connor's eyes flashed with anger. "I made things clear with you from the start, Sylvie! There's no way I'd ever love you. Why did you try to hurt Annie like that?"

He didn't even give Sylvie a chance to clarify the truth. Nevertheless, she had completed her mission already. In just ten minutes, she was supposed to turn into a pile of dust and vanish from this world for good. Therefore, she simply eyed him in silence without saying anything.

For some reason, when Connor saw her still gaze, he felt a tinge of apprehension. It was as though something was about to disappear.

Anna took Connor's arm and said with an aggrieved expression, "Connor, you promised me you'd see the fireworks with me. Tonight's the last night for the fireworks show."

Connor glanced at Sylvie, and Anna noticed that, too.

"There's nothing to worry about, Connor. Sylvie hired these beggars herself. Why would they hurt her?" she said in dissatisfaction.

Connor hesitated briefly before taking Anna's arm and turning to Sylvie, saying, "You can stay in this hut and reflect on your wrongdoing."

The moment the door closed, the beggars began salivating as they lunged at Sylvie with perverse expressions.

Sylvie closed her eyes.

It was such a shame. The final gift she was leaving to Connor in this human world would end up being a brutally assaulted human corpse, mangled beyond recognition.

The real her would be returning to the ocean—and her freedom.