Zhou Yan's gaze fell on Li Wentian's face, which resembled a withered skeleton.
After a moment, Zhou Yan said with an incomparably calm expression, "What do you want to say? Do you think I should know your memories? Or should I have known you before this?"
Zhou Yan's inquiry seemed to directly voice the innermost thoughts of Li Wentian.
An instant startled expression appeared on that skeletal face.
But then, he fell silent for a moment before suddenly sighing, "I feel you should know. But I also feel you won't tell me. It seems many feelings are like a future you can see but cannot touch. Thus, even someone like me, who is so high and mighty in the eyes of others, is actually quite lost now."
"It's just that this sense of bewilderment is unknown to others."
"Being different, like me, there's no one I can confide in, but I always feel like there's some connection between you and me, though I don't know where this connection stems from."
Li Wentian said.
