Adrian Holt suddenly opened his eyes wide, his deep and profound gaze dark and inscrutable, casting a shadowy glint.
He was silent for a long time before he spoke softly, "Actually, I've been in S City for the past two years. I only went back when they needed fresh blood."
Before meeting Serena Summers, he never suspected there was anything wrong with his memory.
Except for the one time when he woke up from a coma two years ago, which was the only time he sensed that something was missing from his life.
During that period, he was completely lethargic.
He had always thought it was a sequel of the car accident, but now that he thought about it, some details didn't stand up to scrutiny.
"Do they... draw blood from you often?"
Serena Summers suddenly remembered the needle marks on his arm, so many and so dense, they looked somewhat frightening.
But Serena just felt heartache.