"Wife, what's going on with this painting?" Galen hurriedly asked, "Has this person been here..."
"No, that's impossible..."
Lu Cheng pressed his lips together, "Do you know this person?"
Galen opened his mouth, "Maybe..."
"What do you mean maybe! Either you do or you don't!"
Lu Cheng yelled, and Galen immediately grabbed his ear, his knee hitting the chair, "I do..."
Lu Cheng glared at him, "Speak up!"
Galen put his hand down, straightened his knee, and, feeling guilty, looked at Lu Cheng, "This person, if I'm not mistaken, was only sent to prison by me half a year ago..."
Lu Cheng fell silent instantly.
What a coincidence.
"Wife, what's really going on?" Galen didn't dare raise his voice.
Lu Cheng, with a serious face, sat on the sofa and recounted the story of his nightmare.
Galen was a bit incredulous, "So... you've never seen the person in the painting before, nor have you heard of Croft?"
Only in a dream?
Is such a fantastical thing possible?
