Chapter 21:

But as he reached out, it seemed he couldn't grasp anything.

He aimlessly wanted to hold onto something until he could firmly grasp something warm, he felt a little more grounded, and his breathing became stable again. Opening his eyes, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked out the window and saw that the sunlight had advanced significantly, and the curtains had been drawn. He woke up a bit late today.

Clasping his hand tightly, he discovered that he was holding a small needle, and he also noticed Demi Moore's intense gaze directed at him.

"I was dreaming, huh..." He suddenly smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed. Demi Moore nodded gently, lightly patting the back of Ace's hand. Ace sat up, still holding onto her hand tightly as if she were his lifeline. The dream felt real; did it contain something about the lost memories?

He wanted to know, but he was afraid to find out.

"What did you dream about?" Demi Moore wrote in the palm of his hand. Looking straight into his ey