"Travis?" Sabrina turned to look at Travis.

Although she didn't understand much, it was obvious that Travis was not himself.

Travis leaned on the sofa, his consciousness gradually fading.

Sensing someone approaching, he thought it was Georgia and subconsciously wanted to drive her away.

He felt a faint floral scent beside him, unmistakably not from Georgia.

This sensation suddenly brought back memories of that night six years ago.

In a daze, the memories ...