Irish was buried in his arms upon walking out from the trance and shook her head slightly, "Nothing."
She didn't tell him the details of her dream since she also couldn't figure it out.
Joseph smiled softly over her head and tightened his arms, "My silly woman."
Hearing his steady heartbeat, the scenes in her dream gradually disappeared, except one still lingered in her mind. She lingered with Adam in her dream.
His fondling, the obscurity, and even his body temperature were so real. She said that she loved him sincerely again and again. Yet, though she was awake now, she could still feel grieved when she recalled the scene.
But it was Adam in her dream, and why did she see Joseph's face suddenly?
"I hate to see the darkness when I am awake." She said depressively.
Joseph replied softly after hearing this, "Are you still afraid even if I am here with you?"
