After a long silence, the helpless male voice sounded again:

"Alice, Jack is only eleven years old."

"What's wrong with being eleven?" Alice said confidently, "I'm afraid you were not even eleven when you met Michelle?"

The male voice opposite fell silent again.

And this time the fog on the mirror is not just stagnant.

After a brief surge, they dispersed.

"Dead? Tsk! What a stingy guy who can't stand being teased!"

As Alice spoke, she threw the double-sided mirror out.

Then, she just sat on the sofa, thinking about something that no one could guess with a smile on her face.

at the same time.
Chapter completed!