Lin Ji, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a chill all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he was faced with a pair of blood-red eyes that were half-open and half-closed. But for some reason, he was not afraid at all. These eyes seemed familiar, and there was a hint of expectation in the tiredness.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Lin Ji couldn't help but ask him.
"I am you. Go and do me a favor." His voice was hoarse, as if he was suffering from great pain.
After saying that, the eyes closed tiredly and disappeared into the dark night.
But Lin Ji felt a sharp pain in his heart, and fragmented memory fragments came one after another.
