Boom!
A clap of thunder woke Xiong Zhi up.
She was sweating.
She dreamed of that night. She dreamed of her past life.
It was as if she relived them once more. The memories played in her nightmare were still fresh in her mind.
Her grandfather's death, the terrible schemes of Xiong Wuyue and Xiong De, her constant suffering under the hands of that beast, as well as Linfeng's death....
Boom!
A streak of lightning flashed outside the window and illuminated Xiong Zhi's pale face, accompanied by a loud roaring thunder.
She shakily held her head and supported her body on the bed. Her mind was still befuddled by sleep and nightmare.
It had been a long time since she last had these nightmares.
Did the discovery of the Guan's tragedy arouse the slumbering memories?
