But on that night, I had a dream.

In the dream, my parents were covered in blood, lying in front of me. I dreamt that my sister died in my arms.

I held my lifeless sister tightly in my arms.

I screamed in agony in the dream, but it was useless. I had nothing left.

They would never come back.

And in front of me stood a man and a woman.

The me in the dream looked at the man and woman with intense hatred.

The two in front of me looked at me, who was screaming in pain, with disdainful smiles in their eyes.

I looked at them and, with a hoarse voice, said each word with a deep tone:

"Lin Ru, Li Xuan. Your time to die has come!"

Just then, I woke up.

I don't know what happened after the dream.

But I only know the heart-wrenching pain of losing loved ones in a dream.

Even after waking up, my heart was still aching, unable to recover.

I wiped away the tears on my face, but they couldn't be completely dried.

Whenever I thought of what happened in the dream, my tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

Lin Ru, Li Xuan.

I murmured these two names.

I recalled their appearances in the dream.

It seems that they are the ones filled with intense hatred in the notebook, the people I want to kill.

If, let's say, the dream I just had is something that might happen in the future.

Then I finally understand why there is so much hatred towards them in the notebook.

Because even though I know it was a dream, my heart still aches even now, long after waking up.

If it really happens...

With this thought, my eyes turned red.

I looked at the mirror, reflecting my current twisted and frenzied expression.

Yes, I will go mad!