"And you, Rosie, what kind of person do you like?"
"I..." The young girl's eyes looked somewhat lost. In her past life, she hadn't liked any man, and in this life, she still didn't know what it meant to like someone.
Blake Shaw looked at her confused eyes and couldn't help but laugh. He waved his hand in front of her face. The man had already downed a bottle, yet his expression remained unchanged: "You do have someone you like. I know you want to save me."
Yes, I want to save you.
The young girl's pupils trembled as they met Blake Shaw's eyes. At that moment, no words were needed; it was as if he just knew.
"I was diagnosed with depression last year. The doctor also said I have a dual personality, which was discovered after a hypnotic session with a psychologist."
"He's a timid and cowardly little boy." Blake seemed to be talking about someone else, but he was actually speaking about the other personality within his body.
