He just showed half his face and was looking at me with aggrieved eyon.
I rubbed my eyes, making sure it wasn't my imagination. Then, I ran over nervously. "Dexter…"
Seeing my fear, he pushed hard against the windowsill and jumped inside.
It was pretty cool, I had to say.
For a moment, it felt like we were back in our youth…
This kind of scene seemed to happen often in the past, but I forgot.
"How did you…escape?" I anxiously held his face, Inspecting it carefully.
There were injuries at the corners of his mouth and eyes, as well as marks on his throat from being tied up. He had clearly been strapped….
I nervously checked his whole body. There were red marks on his wrists and ankles, as well as wounds on his arms.
I felt a little panicky and raised my hand to lift his sweater, but Dexter stopped me by holding my hands.
His voice was still hoarse with a hint of grievance. "Sophia, they wouldn't let me see you."
