She was walking toward him while anxiously saying something.
In this dream, she had never come close to him, just like a wisp of elusive smoke that dissipated at a touch.
Charles Harrington thought this time would be the same, that he would fall into eternal darkness in this disappointing dream.
Charles Harrington chuckled softly, "The Baileys, the debt I owed you in the underground castle, I repay it now."
But for the first time, the dream became clear, and he saw Scarlett's face.
She was crying, with large tears falling from her eyes.
She knelt before him, weightless, and grabbed his hand.
His hand? It was covered in blood...
Scarlett mourned, pressing his bleeding hand against her face as the tears gushed forth in torrents.
Charles Harrington's heart strangely pulsed, memories in his mind seemed to flutter chaotically.
