Lathel didn't know why, but when he saw Charlotte, he felt extremely peaceful in his heart. He also didn't know if this was love or if this was just a special effect of the blood contract.
He didn't care about this; right now, he only cared about one thing, which was that Charlotte woke up when he returned, and that was enough.
"You have been sleeping for 5 days." Lathel gently stroked Charlotte's pretty little nose, his voice carrying a bit of blame but also a lot of concern.
"Uhm…" Charlotte let go of Lathel, pouted, and said: "I… was very sleepy… I dreamed of a lot of things…"
She suddenly grabbed the corner of his shirt, her expression a bit sad: "I... dreamed that... you... almost died..."
Lathel was startled, he frowned and asked: "You dreamed that I almost died?" Why did I almost die?
