"No." Sophie Wilson shook her head and said with a smile, "I didn't sleep very well last night, and after waking up, I didn't feel anything."
"I remember that the people who needed to be dealt with have been taken care of, so why are there still people from that illegal company acting outside?" Sophie weirdly asked Charles Seymour.
In a low voice, Charles asked: "It's that tattoo, isn't it?"
A completely unrelated sentence left Sophie stunned, blinking in confusion as she stared at Charles.
Charles's thin lips curled into a small arc: "You set the key to recovering your memory as that illegal company's emblem. Are you planning to encounter them again in your lifetime and then confront them to deal with those remaining forces?"
Sophie blinked her big, watery eyes, innocent as a bewildered fawn, her eyes clear like a spring, reflecting his cold and handsome face.
