I don't know if she heard Liang He's story in the afternoon, or if Fu Chenshi's words remained in her subconscious, but Song Zhiwei had a nightmare at night.

In the dream, she went back to the day she lost her father and daughter in her previous life.

The daughter's outstretched stiff little hands and Fu Chenshi's eyes that were fixed in death were spinning in the dream, telling their resentment and unwillingness towards her.

The thumping sound of the heartbeat was ...