Until the man bent down, supporting himself on both sides of her, and stared at her for a long time, the woman gently opened her eyes.
Crossley Gibson's consciousness gradually cleared, and she stared at the man's handsome face, suddenly saying, "Ose, I had a dream..."
She slowly raised her right hand, her fingers trembling, her face even more cold.
"What kind of dream?" The man caught her hand, her slender wrist delicate and smooth, causing his heart to clench a bit.
"I dreamed..." Her fingertips touched his face, gently caressing, "I dreamed I was shot, the bullet passed through my left arm from front to back..."
Crossley tightly knit her brows, the dream wasn't very clear, but the sharp pain felt like she had experienced it, so intense she wanted to scream.
Thinking about it now, she trembled even more violently.
"It wasn't a dream..." Hope rose in Ose's heart, feeling that she was beginning to remember some things, though they were in dreams, they reflected real events.
