Chapter 832

Lisa had a dream. She was a little girl again, trailing behind Logan. "Uncle Logan," she called out. "Carry me! I'm tired." Logan would stop and wait, and she would reach out her arms. When he picked her up, she wrapped them around his neck like ropes. She was a mischievous little thing. She would blow in his ear, nibble his neck, or sneak her hands inside his coat. Each time, Logan would chuckle softly. "Liz, stop it." Liz was his special name for her. Because she reminded him of a celebrity of that era. Both of them shared the same birthday. She had asked him why, and he explained it was so he would not forget her birthday and make her upset. "Liz, Liz..." She heard Logan calling her. But she couldn't see him anywhere. She searched all around. "Uncle Logan, Uncle Logan..." She kept running and searching. As she did, she grew from a little girl into a young woman. Finally, she found Logan. He was standing on a mountaintop. The wind whipped around him, swirling his coat. She