Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1879

"Sandy? Sandy?"

In a daze, Sandy thought she heard her brother calling her name over and over. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Kiran standing right in front of her. The room was dim, and it was just the two of them there.

As soon as she saw her brother, tears streamed down Sandy's face. She hugged Kiran tightly, sobbing, "Brother! I saw Harold, Dad, and Mom!"

Sandy had never met her mother in real life. Her mom's face was only known to her through photographs. But just moments ago, she had vividly seen both her dad and mom right there in front of her, as if it were all real.

It was just a dream.

"Silly girl, it was only a dream," Kiran's voice was soft and soothing.

Yet Sandy cried even harder. "Brother, there are so many things I never got to tell Dad and Mom. I wish I could talk to them!"

hadn't seemed to grasp

smiled gently, patting Sandy's back to comfort her.

"But..."

regret. Even if you keep dreaming, your dream self won't understand the real world's pain. Jumping between reality and dreams will just

want Sandy caught up in the fake bliss of a dreamworld. Fake

Sandy cried for a long time. Kiran stayed

finally fell asleep, exhausted and

with him. This stuff was dangerous. But... for medical purposes, it surprisingly had some fitting

unexpectedly. Rubbing his nose, he found it odd. Had he caught a cold the moment he got back to Devonport?

in the afternoon. The vivid memories from her dream were already fading, like it was just an ordinary dream. Sandy walked over to a small shrine in the house and lit a candle for her dad and mom. Since her dad passed away, she hadn't cried as much as she did yesterday. It

I even dreamed of