Chương 85: The beauty of the end of things is the irrational thing of loving that which ends.

Hela finally opened her eyes as she sucked in as much air as she could, she felt for a moment that she was suffocating.

She sat up abruptly and realized she was in her room, now sitting on her bed, she was wearing soft pajamas and her skin wasn't sweaty or bruised.

That nightmare was over!

Yes... "Hela! Honey, thank god..."

Ina's voice… Yes…her mind that was previously immersed in obscure sensations seemed to slightly clear.

Hela felt the weight on her, the scent of peach, it was obvious that she had Ina in her arms.

As if in a small moment of wonder, Hela found the pleasure of hugging her back.

Holding Ina and touching her was like being in heaven, Hela felt in many ways that all her problems never even existed.

Ina in her arms felt like she was holding the whole world, nothing else seemed to matter.

Hela could even hear a slight whimper from Ina.