Chapter 1187

• Gavin fell into deep thought. He recalled that Liza had always feared water, avoiding anything associated with it. Yet, the Liza in his dreams was different—completely unafraid.
• His gaze shifted to her as she stood there, examining the wind chime with an intense focus. She gently flicked it, listening as the shells clinked together, producing a soft rustling sound. To anyone else, it was an unremarkable trinket, but in her hands, it seemed to hold an unusual significance. There was something almost nostalgic in the way she looked at it, as if it was tied to a long-forgotten memory.
• A thought flickered across her mind, momentarily slipping out of reach. She struggled to determine whether it was something she had truly experienced or just a dream. There was a vague recollection—perhaps from childhood—of cherishing a similar wind chime. But why now? And why had she suddenly dreamt of it, with Gavin holding the exact same one?