But Avery’s appearance made me involuntarily think of last night’s dream. Or should I say, it wasn’t a dream, but a memory from my past life.

Avery limped toward me, deliberately turning the half of his face that had been scratched to face me. I immediately saw through his intentions—he was still holding onto his old thoughts. He thought that since I used to care so much for him as my brother, now that he looked like this, I’d definitely come over and show concern for his injuries. In the end, he just wanted to get my attention.

But I didn’t even spare him a glance, and my attitude towards...