Chapter 387

Jeanette hugged Damon tightly, and she would never let him go again.

Damon could only hug her with one hand. He could not use the other hand to help wipe her tears.

She cried in silence, and her tears had made his shirt wet.

"There, there. You got my shirt wet."

"You have blood on your shirt anyway and won’t be able to wash it away."

He chuckled and touched her head. "So, does this mean we’ve made up?"

Jeanette did not say anything. Her arms were still wrapped around him tightly.

Damon wa