A man was sitting with his legs crossing on the dark blue leather sofa, silent and noble in the living room.

Crystal stood at the door, only by seeing him at a glance did she want to run away. However, her feet were like a tree with deep roots, so steady and heavy that she could not move it a little.

Every night, the man she saw in her dream was now sitting in front of her. The man put out the cigarette and said casually, “Miss Smith, here you are.”

The voice was like thunder, which ...