The stairwell was very quiet, but the distance between the two was very close.
The voice falling from the top of his head was deep and hoarse, and the choking at the end revealed conflicting emotions.
"Why don't you answer."
Dylan looked into those red eyes and felt that his mind had turned around the eighteen turns of the mountain road without understanding. He was even afraid that if he asked what he wanted to ask, this person would break his defense.
Does this guy know what he is asking?
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