Gong Chen had gone silent, and Li Huan thought he had stopped chatting. Just as he was about to put down his phone, a portrait jumped out.
"What about this?"
Li Huan didn't know what had gotten into Gong Chen, actually having someone draw a portrait in the middle of the night.
Yet he still opened the portrait with patience.
At just one look, he scared himself stiff.
Especially since he was alone, standing in the empty hospital corridor, he always felt a chill on the back of his neck.
He quickened his steps while replying to the message.
"Exactly the same."
"I used to think it was Lin Zhiyi when she was a child, but now I finally see the difference, these eyes are exactly like yours!"
Li Huan closed the office door, drank some water to calm his shock.
He always thought dreams were just illusions, but now… he wasn't so sure anymore.
"I understand."
Gong Chen sent no more messages.
Li Huan was so scared that he couldn't sleep all night.
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