Chapter 103

France Jack caressed the photo in front of him, his eyes red, and his hair disheveled. He had a nightmare, a very long one. "Serena, we haven't talked for a long time. I just dreamed of you. They say dreaming of someone you haven't spoken to in a while means they are forgetting you. Is that true? I miss you so much..." As he spoke the last sentence, a hint of choking accompanied it, causing a twinge in Serena's heart. It felt like time had flown back to that summer when they were seventeen. The young man crossed everyone to be by her side. With just one glance, she became engraved in his bones and blood. She opened her mouth but found she couldn't produce any sound, as if the whole world had fallen into silence. Suddenly, a hand reached over from the opposite side and took the phone. Matthew's movements were elegant and indifferent. He hung up and tossed the phone into the trash bin. Serena didn't have time to stop him, and all her thoughts instantly returned. She was about to question