"How can someone still be the same?" Fang Li thought, staring at Zheng Lei, but then something hit her hard. Right. How could a man from her dreams or illusions be so similar to this man in front of her?
Fang Li's laughter faded, replaced by confusion and wonder. She studied Zheng Lei's features—the sharp angles of his face, his calm, assured posture, the way he held himself. Every detail seemed to perfectly align with her memories of Zheng Liang. The similarities were uncanny, almost frightening in their precision. Could it really be possible?
As they finished their meal and prepared to leave, Fang Li's mind raced. Was it possible that Zheng Lei was somehow connected to Zheng Liang? Or was this just an incredibly unlikely coincidence? The questions swirled in her mind, creating more confusion than answers.
