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!"

dream, she hadn't seemed

patting Sandy's back to comfort her. "There, there,

"But..."

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

fake bliss of a dreamworld. Fake is fake, just a reflection of what we wish for. Eventually, the dream's illusion fades, and waking up to

night, Sandy cried for a long time. Kiran stayed by her

exhausted and with

This stuff

Had he caught a cold the moment he got back to Devonport? Oh well, never mind! He

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 was like all

can stand on my own now. I even dreamed of Mom. She's just as