As Marianne gently touched Han Zhan's lips.
Han Zhan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes.
By then, Marianne had quickly returned to her original sitting posture.
"You're awake?" Marianne cleared her throat and said lightly.
"Yes." Han Zhan nodded.
He was certain that the dream he just experienced was related to the Thought Steel Seal that had been imprinted into his body.
But this didn't seem like a method Marianne would know.
If it really was Marianne, then how would one explain the terrified and helpless Marianne in the dream?
He pondered over this, yet remained expressionless.
As Han Zhan was thinking, Marianne was also observing.
When she confirmed that the Han Zhan in front of her and the one in the dream couldn't possibly be the same person, she unprecedentedly struck up a conversation with her slave:
"You were captured by Tukalu in the Uda Desert, so you should be what they call a 'Smuggler,' right? Which planet were you born on?"
"Blue Star."
