Gu Yan was startled and looked back at him.
Mu Feng was still staring at the wind chime on the ceiling, his cheeks so thin they had sunken in.
In fact, it had only been a few days.
The man had become emaciated.
But his willingness to speak was a good sign.
Gu Yan turned back, walked to the bedside, and took a wooden carved chair to sit down.
"And then, because of the dream, you started pursuing me?"
"I don't know, but when it comes to feelings, they're really hard to explain."
Gu Yan thought for a moment, then took the initiative to say, "You remember, I have a spatial superpower, right? Before, I went to Ancient Earth, and, it seems, I met someone who looked a lot like you."
Mu Feng's expression finally changed.
He struggled to sit up, but because he hadn't moved for so long, he was extremely weak.
