She dreamed that she really killed the man. In the dream, she was like a demon from hell. She had a bright smile on her face, but she did not hesitate to plunge the knife into the man's heart. Looking at the man's painful expression, she smiled even brighter.
Xia Wanjing bit her lip and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. She killed someone in her dream. How so? She was frightened by the scary version of herself in the dream. It must not be her. It was just a dream. She kept comforting herself.
But her body still couldn't stop shaking. In the darkness, she hugged her knees with her hands, buried her head between her legs and huddled up on the bed, shivering.
