"Brandon Piers?" Abigail's voice sounded dry and hoarse.
Brandon reached out to touch her forehead. "You're a bit feverish. Did you have a nightmare?"
"I…." was still alive.
Abigail's mouth opened slightly. For a moment, she thought she had died again.
"Let's go home." Brandon noticed her dazed state, held her hand tightly to keep her warm, and rubbed her sweaty head with his other hand.
With his touch, Abigail gradually came to her senses. She looked sideways at the man beside her, recalling the scene that felt both dreamlike and real. Her emotions were complex.
She even wondered whether it was Abigail Green who had been with him, or if she was the one with him.
The scene had been so vivid, the touch on her skin so clear in her mind.
Brandon watched Abigail look at him in confusion. His heart tightened. He didn't know what it felt like to die and be reborn in someone else's body.
