The night breeze was gentle, and the crisp scent of lotus flowers filled the air. In the deep night sky, the stars faded away, and the moon pulled a wisp of a cloud over its face.
The halos of the garden lights were dim, so Jensen Morrison couldn't clearly see the expression on Ivy Holden's face. But he could clearly sense her discomfort.
Even though it wasn't completely dark, even with someone right in front of her and lights nearby, she was still afraid.
He knew it was a scar left by the suffering she had once endured.
"Are you trying to use Sheldon Spencer to force out the person who hurt you?" Jensen Morrison reached out and covered the back of her hand with his.
Ivy Holden flinched and sat up straight. She let out a small cough to cover her reaction and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"You once said you were murdered in your past life. So are you trying to use Sheldon Spencer to force out the person who hurt you now?"
"You believe me?"
