This night, Charlotte couldn't sleep.
As the hours passed and she gazed out the window at the moonlight, her mind was consumed with the memory of her first meeting with Kingsley.It had been when she was a child, before her family had found her. She and Kingsley were in the same orphanage, and at the time, she was frequently bullied.In a moment of crisis, Kingsley had intervened. Wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt, he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Despite being young and frail, he stepped in front of her. When he saw her being bullied, his eyes turned scarlet.Kingsley rushed forward and fought with the group of people like a furious lion cub. Charlotte suddenly saw the blood on the carpet, causing her to scream in terror as Kingsley seemed to recover from his anger.He turned to her, a hint of confusion and apprehension in his red eyes, as if he feared meeting her gaze. Charlotte remained surprisingly calm, sitting paralyzed
