She breathed heavily, with a vast patch of cold sweat on her forehead, even her back felt that sticky sensation.
Seemingly still recalling everything that happened in the nightmare, Charlotte tightly furrowed her brow. Only after she looked around and saw the familiar decor did Charlotte press her lips together and gently exhale.
"What happened?"
Justin, who had been showering, heard Charlotte's voice outside and hurried out, not even bothering to dry the water droplets on his body and hair.
As soon as he came out, he saw Charlotte sitting on the bed with a pale face.
Justin quickly walked over to Charlotte, but before he could do anything, Charlotte already threw herself into Justin's arms.
"It's okay, I'm here, you don't have to be afraid."
Justin's arms tightened as he embraced Charlotte in his arms.
