But just now... that sudden feeling of familiarity in her heart made her chest tighten.
She was startled for a moment, then hurriedly raised her hand to touch the bedside.
With a soft 'click,' the room's light instantly came on.
Summer Shawcross sat up, instinctively turning her head to look around the room.
In the small room, it was empty, still cold as ever, besides her, there was no one else.
She was stunned, instinctively reaching out her fingers to gently touch her own lips...
On her lips, it seemed... there was still a familiar warmth left.
"Was it a dream..."
She dreamed about Noah Drexler, dreamed that he appeared, and then he was about to leave again, she desperately screamed for him, but he didn't stay.
But in the end, she inexplicably dreamed that Noah Drexler kissed her...
She took a deep breath only to realize her heartbeat was now pounding as if stimulated by something.
She was dazed, was it because of the dream she just had...
