Charlotte Allison nodded.
Having understood this far, there's no need for him to say anything more. She can roughly guess that, like a genius of David Blair's caliber by his side, perhaps his former self didn't truly die in the past life—rather he had to abandon that identity due to physical reasons.
As for why he didn't take her away in the past life, she wouldn't worry about it because they were merely two strangers ensnared by circumstances at the time.
That night, Charlotte Allison had a dream.
Her consciousness returned to the night of Hazel Allison's birthday party in the previous life.
After being sent back to her room, she opened her eyes in a dazed state amidst fire and water, witnessing several figures blurring, one, two, three, four, five figures fell in succession, leaving a solitary, upright figure standing, stumbling towards her.
She heard his voice hoarse and restrained, saying, "I'm sorry..."
