William Moore held a cup of coffee in his fair hand, hot steam rising at this moment.
"Did you dream?"
Iris Harris was slightly taken aback, then softly uttered "Mm": "Dreamed about childhood things."
In the dream, the sound of light rain seemed to still echo in her ears.
"Did you dream about him?"
Iris was stunned.
"While you were sleeping just now, you kept mumbling his name."
Iris lightly bit her lip, she lifted one hand to press against her temple.
Her body felt extremely weak and powerless, as if someone had severely beaten her, every muscle was sore.
Recalling what happened at the club, her heart twisted in pain.
Cold reality and gentle dreams, both were her reality.
Yet such a strong contrast nearly left her breathless.
Yes, the boy who gave her an umbrella was indeed Brandan.
After that day, they became very, very close friends.
He was her first friend in life, and the time spent with him was so beautiful it seemed like an illusion.
