Chapter 567

Just as Giselle ached from straining to lift the rock and was about to give up, a man's hand suddenly reached out beside her. With just a little effort, he helped her pry the stubborn rock open. Giselle looked up in shock. The face before her was one she had revisited countless times in her memories. She couldn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, thinking what she saw must be an illusion. However, his face was impossibly real, as though he had emerged directly from her memories. Every line and contour of his features was sharp and unmistakable, and his eyes blazed with an intense heat. He held her gaze without wavering, and the warmth radiating from him swept over her cheeks. Giselle's heart pounded wildly. She shook her head, her voice breaking as she struggled to speak. "No, it can't be! How…" "Do you remember me?" Donovan asked, reaching out to brush his hand softly against her cheek, as if he needed to feel that she was truly there. "Don't!" Giselle recoiled, pushing his hand