Chapter 189 Dreaming about the Future

A faint itch crept across my cheek as her fingers gently brushed against it. Her touch was soft, like a spring breeze, but her words carried an undercurrent of sharpness I couldn't ignore. "Owen, I had a dream about Lila disappearing. You got seriously ill because of her," she said. "I feel like things in my dreams are like glimpses of the future. But why? The you in my dreams feel like a completely different person. The paths don't align. So what is it? Did the dream go off course, or have you changed?" My head was a foggy mess from the fever, and I barely registered her words before I drifted off to sleep again. The next morning, the sky was so overcast it looked like it could wring water out of the air. I was woken by a series of rapid knocks at the door. Outside, Clover's voice called out, "Hey, are you in there?" My throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper, and my head was still heavy with sleep. Replying on pure instinct, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to open t