Gabriel Moore carried Vivian Morgan back to the room, feeling the temperature from her hands, colder than an average person, leaving him with countless questions.
But he had no answers, inadvertently recalling everything Cynthia Morgan said.
Perhaps what she said was true, but is there really such fantasy in the world?
Turns out, what he saw that night wasn't a dream! But why did it become so hazy the next day?
The dark sky sank into an inky night, and Gabriel Moore gradually fell asleep...
He entered the dream once again:
"You woman, how shameless, peeping at me again, I..."
The white-haired, purple-eyed woman smirked and raised her eyebrows, "You what?"
Seeing the other person blush, the woman chuckled, "What's wrong? Can't say?"
"I know, you mean I was peeping at you bathing, right?"
The man felt slightly annoyed, looking sternly into the distance.
