Stepping out of the car, Zoe looked around, her eyes were met with a house that was both strange and familiar, the surrounding walls were painted white with beautiful transparent glass windows, smelling of family. On the entrance door hung a long withered Christmas wreath, all very familiar to the eye but unable to remember.

Zoe mumbled, “Really familiar…” He thought to himself, “Have I lived here before?”

He reached out his hand to touch the dried flower wreath and spontaneously smiled.

“Is this a dream? Or… Are the dreams from the past in the past?” Zoe was a little confused, but the feeling was so unforgettable that he didn't know what was the truth.

"I'll go home."

Neil very naturally took Zoe's hand, he didn't pull his hand back but just looked at him and let him take his hand and lead him into the house. Neil gave him a tour of the house, then went to see his bedroom.

This time after returning home with Neil, Zoe's temperament changed quite a bit, no longer as quiet as befo