Chapter 335 Dreaming and Awakening

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single lantern, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. Meredith nestled against Zenon's chest, her head rising and falling with the rhythm of his steady heartbeat. The quiet, intimate moment was pierced by a question that had lingered in the back of her mind, unresolved. "Zen, do you remember the day of the incident? The day Emmette was murdered," she began; her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Do you remember where we were and what we were up to then?"