Cynthia?
Why did Ryley feel like he had heard of this name before?
Ah, right! The woman's name rhymed Hyacinthia, the name of the fashion brand he currently worked as an ambassador for. No wonder he felt familiar.
The beautiful stranger he just met then led him to walk along the path of an endless spring, as if she was showing an old friend around.
Ryley didn't refuse though he didn't know her, and even told her many things that had happened to him the last few days, as if he was talking to someone he could really trust.
But there's something strange that the blond had just realized after they chatted for a while.
This beautiful woman in his dream… She never talked through her lips.
She just smiled, and every time she did, Ryley would hear a soft voice whispering in his heart, giving him the answer to his question.
'Oh!' The blond realized it in an instant, his brown eyes shone with excitement. 'Is this what they call telepathy?! So cool...! I better try it!'