Chapter 387 She Touched Him

• This time, Lucille saw it with her own eyes—the sadness and despair in Flint's gaze that tugged at her heartstrings. For a moment, her expression froze, and a sharp pang struck her chest.
• It took her a few seconds to shake off the strange feeling in her heart. Then, she spoke in her usual blunt tone. "Flint, don't tell me you dreamed I died again?"
• The sound of her voice—the one he'd been yearning to hear—immediately wiped the panic off Flint's face. He turned toward her, following her voice, his expression relaxing as relief washed over him.