On the clean sheet of paper, there was a very peculiar figure drawn.
This person was dressed in animal fur, with a robust physique, yet the expression was extremely gentle.
Totally different from the fierce and evil figure Julius Reed had drawn before.
Suddenly!
A flash of light passed through his mind, causing him immense pain!
"Hiss..."
Julius Reed clutched his head with both hands, leaning against the sofa.
Some memories flashed by like meteors, but he couldn't grasp them.
Gradually, the pain subsided.
"What's wrong?" Baylor Davenport asked cautiously from the side.
She knew that at times like this, the best thing she could do was to remain silent.
Any unnecessary concern would be an encumbrance.
How could a perfectly fine person suddenly faint like that?
"It's nothing, just caught a bit of a cold." Julius Reed rubbed his temples, his gaze falling back onto the paper. "Have you... seen this drawing before?"
