"Della!"

The red blood made Wenzel's heart throb, and he shouted and opened his eyes violently.

Hearing the noise, the Tilt immediately ran in.

Seeing that the short hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat, she softly comforted:

"Nightmares? It's okay, it's all fake......"

But she was wondering in her heart, Della, which girl is it, huh?

Wenzel, who was suddenly lost, couldn't help but say something, and took the girl standing in front of him into his arms.

It was as if only by touching her could he be sure that she was alive, and that everything just now was just a false nightmare.

He hugged her slender waist tightly, buried his head in her waist, and whispered vaguely: "Della ......"

She had the smell of barbecue, as well as the smell of dust and charcoal.

But there is a certain kind of plant light and slightly cool aroma, which lingers out, overpowering all other smells, and seems to be able to gradually calm down.

Being held tightly, Tilt Phoenix also felt his fierce heartbeat.

She gently stroked his back:

"Don't get excited, your dreams are fake, don't take it too seriously."

Vinzel pursed his lips and closed his eyes as he thought back to his dream, his expression more solemn than ever.

He rarely dreamed since he was a child, but once he dreamed, it was either an omen or a warning.

This dream tonight is too real, all the scenes are vivid, especially-

The graceful queen, the red lips raised triumphantly.

Wenzel gritted his teeth secretly.

He must plan carefully and never let the things in his dreams happen!

But, before that, the first thing is-

He couldn't say what he liked her.

Before you have given her a stable environment, you can't say it.

If she doesn't have the ability, she shouldn't give any promises, so that she can hold on to the ethereal hope and wait for the long term......

He must solve those troubles as soon as possible.

Wenzel finally looked up.

This angle makes his youthful face, which is between a teenager and a man, and the soft and somewhat rigid outline more and more distinct.

His eyes were darker, he looked up at her slightly, and whispered softly:

"In the future, can I call you Dela?"

In fact, he has always called it this in his heart.

Rayla or something, everyone else must have called it that.

All he could have now was such a unique title......

Tilting Phoenix resisted the thought of touching his head and nodded:

"Whatever you want to call it, you just have to be happy. Is it better? ”

She wondered what terrible things he had dreamed about.

"Alright," Venzel smiled a little reluctantly, pointing to his side, "Sit down, I have something to tell you." ”

She sat down and stared at him quietly.

Wenzel lowered his eyes and opened his mouth, but he rarely stood up:

"I ...... I ......"

With a very light sigh, he said softly:

"I had a nightmare just now, and I was so scared, that's why I hugged you tight, I'm sorry."

Tilting Phoenix's face was expressionless: "Oh, I know." ”

Hmph, isn't it really because I like her?

When he had said this, he seemed to have the courage, raised his eyes and looked her into the eyes, and said softly and seriously:

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest, someone will come to the forest looking for me.

I'll go back to the palace, where are you going? ”

He looked at her deeply, his eyes were very complicated, there was expectation, there was loss, and there was apology and anxiety......

Tilting Phoenix looked at him for a moment, and knew that he was tangled into a twist at this time.

She suddenly smiled and asked rhetorically:

"And what do you want me to do?"