"Zayden?" In the dark garage, the light was on. Susan was laughing at Zayden, pulling him back to reality from her closed memory. He sat in the driver's seat, motionless looking at the woman standing in front of the car. Her long hair was plain and she wore a light white dress, soft and moving, which was very similar to the previous Nelissa.
But it was not Nelissa.
The corner of Zayden's mouth twitched sarcastically. He looked back and opened the door to get out of the car. Before he closed the door, Susan had already rushed over and hugged his chest. She rubbed his chest with her delicate and charming face like a little bird. She said in a sweet voice, "Come back early in the future. I will be afraid at home alone."