Chapter 69: Your Sister Loves Sunsets the Most

But Why Doesn't He Believe? Her embrace was so familiar. He had held her in his arms tens of thousands of times; he couldn't be mistaken. Even if memories could be faulty, physical sensations couldn't. Even the tone of voice was so similar. But that person really seemed not to recognize him. "Elaine, what should I do?" He wanted to let go, but he couldn't. He wanted to forget, but he couldn't. Elaine had become his nightmare, following him constantly, whether awake or asleep, he couldn't escape. With a sigh, Wesley looked at the moon outside. "The moon is full tonight. You must have seen it too." Just then, the ringing phone interrupted his thoughts. He answered the call, and after a few seconds, he hung up and left the rented house with his coat. Ten minutes later, a stretched Lincoln parked at the door of Drunk and Dreamy. Wesley got out of the car, and someone was already waiting outside. "Sir, the third young master is drunk and keeps talking nonsen