Chapter 354 The Explanation
- Penelope’s hands were slightly rough. Especially her palms, which appeared dry with visible lines. Resting in her palm was a black bow hairpin—an old, common style that looked a bit worn out and loose, showing clear signs of use.
- Satan furrowed his brows but didn’t move.
- Penelope raised an eyebrow slightly. “Isn’t this Emily’s? Don’t you want it anymore?”