It seemed like a dream, yet it felt so real. Liz couldn't help but smile, her lips slightly curved, "Neil..." she whispered softly.
Carrying Liz on his back all the way, if it wasn't for the scorching heat against his back, he would have never felt the presence of this woman. Therefore, talking all the way, he didn't feel tired at all.
But that burning breath seemed to gently call out 'Neil' by his ear.
Harlan Palmer's body stiffened, his eyes paused, and so did his footsteps.
"Harlan, what's wrong?" Beauty Child caught up, worried that something might have happened to Liz again.
Harlan frowned and asked Forsythia Brown, "Did you just hear someone talking?"
"Weren't you the one talking all the way?" Forsythia Brown countered with a question.
Harlan then looked towards Peter Andrews.
Peter said, "I've been listening to you talk. You're quite a good speaker."
This kid really is...
Harlan's face darkened.
Could he have heard wrong?
