In the living room.
Only Baylor Davenport remained, utterly confused.
When she arrived, she was perplexed for no reason.
When she left, she was even more bewildered.
She initially thought that perhaps there would be some danger in this room.
After all, Julius Reed had previously mentioned that practicing such a forbidden book could easily harm your body.
But she never expected that Brant Fairbanks just took her pulse and then let her go.
"I'm back."
Pushing open her room door, Baylor Davenport looked behind her to see no one and whispered to Julius Reed.
"Hmm." Julius Reed sat by the table, holding paper and pen, trying to sketch the outline of the person from his dreams.
"Aren't you surprised?" Baylor Davenport leaned in, lowering her voice, "Guess what Brant Fairbanks did to me?"
Yet Julius Reed didn't even glance at her, fully immersed in his drawing.
Although he couldn't clearly see the dream figure's face.
