Looking at Hayley’s distinct and dynamic eyes that were filled with innocence and playfulness, Edgar seemed to have returned to that innocent, youthful era.

Edgar

Alex

She walked up to him while wearing a skirt and flinging her ponytail. And he liked to follow behind her and watch her fluttering hair. He would occasionally glance at her budding waist and butt but was already displaying a woman’s charm. Sometimes, he would fantasize about going to the same university together, becoming close to her to the point of being inseparable. He liked watching her irritated and pouting look. He liked hearing her gentle reprimand.

“Hey… Did you stay up all night playing games again last night?”

“Your eyes look like a panda’s. They are so ugly. This eye cream doesn’t suit me. Help me use it up!”

“George, I don’t know who dropped this bouquet here. Help me throw it away. Doesn’t that person know I’m allergic to flowers?”

George,

Alex,

Thinking about it, his eyes were red-rimmed.

“Hey! George, you jerk If you don’t pay attention to the lesson, you can only attend a diploma mill and get a job that doesn’t pay much after graduation.”

George,

Alex,

“George, you jerk. Help me up…”

George,

Alex,

“Hey. I’m calling out to you, yet you pretend to be deaf…”

“Edgar Rockefeller, you blockhead…”

Edgar

Alex

real. Hayley Hanson is really

stretching out her fair, beautiful hands in the coffin. He carefully grabbed

George,

Alex,

in the dusk. She

“Long time no see!”

“Long time… No see!”

tall! You still look so ugly with your crying face!” Hayley compared their heights. Edgar was now

Edgar

Alex

“Give me a hand!”

out of the coffin while holding Edgar’s hand. After looking around, she said, “Let’s leave this place first. I don’t like this

Edgar

Alex

“Alright!”

left the

find it

Edgar

Alex

and lightly kicked her as she

shocked. “You…

Edgar

Alex

gently nodded. “Yeah! Although I was lying in the coffin, I could hear

broken and decayed. Her body was the same as it was decades ago. She was still youthful. However, her shoes and clothes could not be preserved for long after decades. Even her clothes were torn after a light tug. She seemed to be a

took out a brand new skirt, undergarments, and even leather

Edgar

Alex

her head. “Do they belong to your

“They belong to my daughter. She has

Edgar

Alex

smiled. “Good. They are lovely. Do you have black pantyhose? Didn’t you like it best when

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