He had felt this sense of familiarity with Song Fan from the moment they first met. There was always something about her that felt strangely familiar, and it drew him toward her like a magnet.
As he drifted in thought, Song Fan's hand waved in front of his eyes. Her hand was undeniably beautiful, with fair skin and slender fingers. Even the minor calluses from gripping a gun couldn't be considered flaws in her otherwise delicate hand.
It was as if the hand before him belonged to the person in his dream, the one who had whispered, "Please don't die."
The lines between reality and his dream began to blur, prompting him to ask the question.
However, Song Fan thought that Gu Chen might have been disoriented due to the pain. She pushed his hand away and responded, "You can't even remember yourself, yet you're asking me?"