Fading Mist from the Past Chapter 62

Dexter never thought that he could still hear this word from Elara after more than a year. Moreover, this time has risen to the level of “redemption”.

He thought it was absurd, but a little funny: “Which like me?”

Elara’s hands were frozen cold, and he still touched his face. Her gaze was focused, her fingertips slipped from his eyebrows, down the side of her face, and stopped at the slightly sunken pear vortex on his right lip.

She doesn’t move.

The sight also pulled down.