Zhang Huasheng soon came out and said, "The room is ready, wash up and go to sleep, you've had a long day...."
Yun Miao washed his face and looked at the face in the mirror, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, truly a face blessed by nature. Yun Miao's fingers slowly fell on the mirror, his gaze somewhat bewildered.
This face... is exactly like his younger self in his past life. Could it be that, in some mysterious way, Yun Miao really has a connection with him?
Thinking of Ji Lanyi, his mind became a tangle, as if an invisible net were spreading across him, but he didn't know where its exit lay. The inability to control this feeling was truly awful.
Lying in bed, Yun Miao tossed and turned, and in a daze, he seemed to have a dream.
First, it was Rong Qiuyi's woman with a hideous and hateful face; then, it was Ji Lanyi's gentle and loving whispers. The two faces interwove in his dreams, and Yun Miao curled up into a ball, clutching his head.
What exactly is the truth?
