12 O'Clock Marionette

Chapter 64

Cruello woke from his dream.

As he slowly lifted his eyelids, a single tear traced a path from the corner of his eye, gliding down his cheek.

He absentmindedly touched the spot on his forehead where he had felt warmth moments ago, then let out a weak laugh.

"You still believe in me? In me."

The first thing she said in his dream was utterly ridiculous.@@@@

Amy was a liar, after all.

If she were truly a ghost, she would know exactly what he was doing.

There was no logical trigger in dreams.

Cruello scoffed and dismissed the thought.

A strange feeling had swelled in his chest because of the dream, but there was no time to dwell on lingering emotions.

He had been incredibly busy lately.

And yet, he couldn't deny that as he stepped out of his bedroom, his body felt lighter than usual.

***

The corpse sprawled in front of the underground lake was in a wretched state.

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