Because they were so close, Ethan Brooks could even see the woman's long eyelashes, as well as her face—untouched by any makeup, yet stunningly beautiful.

She was wearing a somewhat strange-looking white garment. The white outfit, paired with her silver hair, made for an especially fitting combination.

"You're awake." She smiled softly, revealing her white teeth.

A single glance could topple a city, another could topple a nation. Who doesn't know that such beauty is rare to find! This has always been the highest praise poets and scholars could give to a woman, and the woman before him truly deserved it.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the two purple bells at her temples, making a crisp, clear sound.

Compared to her perfect aura, these two purple bells seemed a bit superfluous, adding a slight flaw to her otherwise flawless appearance.

But it was precisely this tiny flaw that made her feel real. Something too perfect always feels unreal, giving rise to a sense of illusion.

This is what people mean when they say that absolute perfection may not be the best; a slight imperfection is what makes beauty truly moving.

"It's you?" Ethan Brooks said weakly. Ethan Brooks recognized those two purple-gold bells. Although his vision had been blurry before he fainted and he hadn't seen his rescuer clearly, he had noticed the two bells at her hair's end. And there was also that sweet scent he had smelled in his sleep.

"It's me." Grace Bennett happily hugged Ethan Brooks, overjoyed that the child was safe and sound.

But Ethan Brooks's next words made Grace Bennett feel as if she had fallen from heaven to hell.

"Who are you?" Ethan Brooks asked again, rather inappropriately. Although he just reversed the two words from before, the meaning was completely different. In fact, Ethan Brooks simply wanted to know who this woman who had saved his life was—he still didn't know her name.

The silver-haired woman was clearly stunned, and a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.

"You... don't remember me?" Grace Bennett cupped Ethan Brooks's face in her hands, making him look directly at her. She seemed a bit too emotional.

"Did we... know each other before?" Ethan Brooks asked softly. Everything about this silver-haired woman felt incredibly familiar to him, but he was sure he had never met her before. Which meant, perhaps she knew the boy who had already died.

Grace Bennett instantly froze, her hands still holding Ethan Brooks's face, stunned.

Because she was holding his face, Ethan Brooks studied her nearly perfect features even more closely. This was a face that was flawless from any angle.

A woman like this would make anyone feel that if he didn't marry her and keep her as his beloved, it would be a lifelong regret.

Ethan Brooks didn't deny that, when facing her, he had once had the same thought. Gentle, kind (at least that's how she seemed to Ethan Brooks now), and beautiful. She really fit the template of the ideal partner in most men's hearts.

However, Ethan Brooks soon realized that perhaps he could ruthlessly reject every woman in this world—except, maybe, the one before him.

"Miss, please restrain your grief. It seems the young master has lost his memory." Old Butler, who had been standing to the side like a javelin, spoke softly to comfort her.

"How could this happen?" Grace Bennett lowered her hands from Ethan Brooks's cheeks and sighed.

"Perhaps he suffered too great a shock and has temporary amnesia." As Old Butler said this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Those damned people—he swore on his ancient name, Dracula, that he would never let them go.

Ethan Brooks blinked and remained silent.

At least for Ethan Brooks, this was the best outcome. So what if he had amnesia? For the current Ethan Brooks, the identity of an amnesiac youth suited him well.

"Child, you don't need to be afraid. I am your aunt." Tears shimmered in Grace Bennett's eyes. "Even if you've lost your memory, I will take care of you. From today on, I won't let you suffer even a little bit of harm."

Ethan Brooks stiffened. What? Aunt?

What does "aunt" mean? If he thought about it, "aunt" should refer to his mother's younger sister. So, did that mean he was related to her by blood?

"Do you still remember your name?" Finally, Grace Bennett asked softly, a bit nervously.

Ethan frowned, hesitating. Of course he knew his own name—he was Ethan Brooks, a name with quite a story behind it. Unfortunately, he didn't know what the "him" of now was called.

"Don't worry, it's okay if you can't remember." The woman gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. Though she was a bit sad, she still comforted the boy softly. But the tears kept falling from her eyes, and no matter how she wiped them with her white hand, they only flowed more.

"Don't cry." Seeing his savior constantly in tears, Ethan Brooks felt quite guilty—after all, she had saved his life. Somehow, Ethan Brooks blurted out, "Ethan Brooks, my name is Ethan Brooks."

It was a strange pronunciation, and sounded odd when spoken in the language of this world.