Tang Zhen's voice had just sounded when the figure of a young man slowly appeared on the gorgeous large chair beside the dining table.
This man was dressed in a long golden robe. He was tall and well-built, and he had a faint smile on his face. However, his eyes were as deep and calm as the starry sky.
His face looked very ordinary at first glance, but when one looked at him again, he gave off a feeling of deja vu.
It was as if this person had appeared in his life at a certain time, but he had been in too much of a hurry to notice.
However, if one observed carefully, they would find that the other party's face was extremely unfamiliar. They had never seen him before.
That feeling of deja vu was actually an illusion!
However, the strangest thing was that when you tried to remember someone's face, you would find that no matter how hard you tried, you would never be able to remember the details of the face. There would always be a vague outline.
