Fading Mist from the Past Chapter 27

The rest of the words seemed to be stuck, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Dexter’s eyelashes moved. From his perspective, only Elara’s slightly messy hair and drooping eyelashes can be seen. His Adam’s apple slid up and down, and said dumbly, “What are you doing?”

Elara did not answer.

Dexter’s hair was still wet.

The water droplets on the ends of the hair slipped from the side of her face, dripped down her chin, and smashed a few into her hair. He stared at it, then slowly raised his hand, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips.