"Princess, Princess..."
Dexter He was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone calling him. The voice was that of a girl, very thin, as if she had tried to lower her voice. It was vaguely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere. Where exactly he heard it, his mind was blank.
After calling for a long time, he still didn't open his eyes. The other party became a little anxious and pushed him hard: "Princess, wake up."
The sharp nails dug into his flesh, and even a dead man could be pinched awake.
Dexter He reluctantly opened his eyes and suddenly saw an enlarged face. It was a cloudy day outside, with thick dark clouds pressing above the castle. A dazzling lightning split from the middle, and the scorching light shone into the house through the window, cutting this bright little face into two halves, light and dark. Half of it was in the light, pale and pale. The other half was in shadow, dark and eerie. A pair of dull eyes stared at him.
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