"Jack, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Can you hear me? Open your eyes!"

The voice kept calling out to him, pulling him out of despair bit by bit.

He could feel her fingers massaging his forehead, relieving his pain.

The pain gradually subsided, and Jackson slowly opened his eyes. Her clear and serene face instantly came into view.

Her face was currently full of worry. "Is your head hurting again? Should we go to the hospital? Or should I tell Mr. Knot to call for Doctor Fender?"

Jackson did not answer. His dark eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. Sweat was still beading on his forehead.

How much did he love her in the past?! Why was he so heartbroken when he thought that she was dead?

Before this, whenever he recalled a memory fragment, he merely felt like a bystander witnessing the happenings of the past, but this time, he felt like he was experiencing it personally.

He could clearly feel the pain that his past self experienced, to the point where the despair