At this very moment, I am keenly aware of my particularly lucid state.
I haven't been drinking, nor am I dreaming.
I can rationally discern whether the person beside me is human or a ghost.
I have tried to hold his hand, and it was warm.
Ghosts have no warmth, but he does!
Therefore, I can roughly conjecture.
This man must have done more than three things.
When I was attacked by someone set up by Jiang Jiaying at the logistics park opening last time, someone came out of the shadows to save me, and it is likely this man.
The second time was when he delivered a durian cake to me, helped me hang up my clothes, and so on.
And now, he has brought me medicine.
To accomplish these three things is certainly no coincidence; he must understand me very, very well, and there's only one name in my heart for this person.
But I can't say it now for fear of startling him.
"Do you need anything else?"
he asked me.