In the brain's memories, no one had ever killed a Dream, yet this amnesiac named Han Fei had trapped the incarnation of a Dream inside his own brain.
He admitted that when he first met Han Fei, he sensed that Han Fei was different from others and was also tempted to use him for his own purposes.
But now the situation had clearly spiraled out of his control, just like a fisherman who always returned empty-handed, who rejoiced believing he had finally caught a carp, only to find a crocodile emerging from the river.
"What's with this singing? Why does it stir the fear deep in my soul?" the middle-aged man covered his daughter's ears, but it was futile; the sound came from afar, then echoed directly in their minds, like a whip covered in thorns lashing their souls.
"This is also my first time hearing this song. It feels like the dead singing, filled with nothing but Resentment." Han Fei quietly closed the door, disturbing no one.
