A Love Letter From The Future – Chapter 657

8. Last Words (31) I wander in a hazy dream. Unfamiliar memories rise like mist, and white clouds soar one by one from the earth, forming the landscape. Senses gradually return. Moonlight and fire, warm warmth, the dry scent of dead earth. Soon, the crackling sound of the campfire wets my ears. I was blankly, blankly staring at the flickering...