A Love Letter From The Future – Chapter 497

6.5 Silent Night, Holy Night (9) I was momentarily entranced by the Saintess’s appearance. Human senses unexpectedly tire easily. No matter how much one pretends otherwise, it’s inevitable to get accustomed to repeated stimuli. For example, the sense of smell is a prime case. Even a piercing stench becomes hard to notice after a few minutes. Unless one deliberately focuses,...