The Dream Light and Shadow erupted in a brilliant stream, and a pure Light of Spiritual enveloped Hua Manzhu. Within the light, her consciousness fading, Hua Manzhu saw her past—a past that was so beautiful, so glorious.
Countless faces, ones that had appeared so often in her dreams and memories, materialized within the light. They were her friends, her confidants, her lover. Yet every single one of them gazed at her with cold eyes, as if the person she was now was a complete stranger they viewed with utter disgust.
"Damn it..."
She squeezed her eyes shut in anguish, not daring to look at those faces any longer, nor daring to watch the horrifyingly tragic scene that she knew would follow.
Familiar face after familiar face fell into pools of blood, becoming cold corpses in a morgue, their expressions peaceful, as if they were merely sleeping...
