The dark night, the howling wind, the deafening screech of brakes, and the arrogant laughter formed a net that pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
A twisted, terrifying face flashed before me, laughing maniacally. "Well, if you can escape, we'll let you go."
I ran desperately, my feet pounding the ground.
Behind me weren't people—they were wolves that devoured others.
Suddenly, a motorcycle roared from the back, swerving, and its tires crushed my leg.
"Ah!"
I fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
The culprit laughed loudly. "Hurry up and get up, or next, we'll run over your head."
Bang, the brain matter splattered, blooming like a flower.
I clutched my leg, glaring at them, gritting my teeth.
I had never wronged them.
Just because I was good at my studies and entered an elite school, without any background or power, they treated me like their plaything.
I didn't like their teasing, and the more I resisted, the more excited they became, pushing me deeper into the mud.
Suddenly, the sound of an engine revved behind me.
I turned around, only to see bright lights rapidly approaching, accompanied by shouts of "Run her over."
Bang!
I clearly felt the tires crush me, my flesh torn under the immense weight, blood splattering everywhere.
As I lay on the ground, I could see their twisted, malicious faces, and hear their delighted laughter.
My death brought them endless amusement.
"I will make sure you pay for this!"
Suddenly, my eyes shot open, and I sat up in shock. My chest was heaving, drenched in sweat.
Before me were soft silk blankets and slender, delicate hands.
The frantic beating of my heart gradually calmed down.
I was reborn.
From a pitiful, lonely orphan, I became the cherished daughter of a wealthy family.
But even so, I was still haunted by nightmares, endlessly reliving the final moments of my death.
Those twisted faces haunted me like a curse, tightening their grip.
I knew, only when they were all dead, could I finally rest in peace!
"Another nightmare?"
A steady footstep and a worried voice came from beside me.
I turned and saw William Spencer, my brother in this life, coming toward me with a cup of milk.
He was my brother in this life. The original body had been frail and sickly, and with our parents busy with business, she was sent abroad for treatment. However, her condition continued to deteriorate, and she was brought back a month ago.
Since then, William had been taking care of her.
It wasn't until recently that the original body passed away, and I was reborn.
"Why have you been having so many nightmares lately?"
He placed the milk on the bedside table, then sat down beside me. His warm, broad hand gently stroked my back.
Then, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his embrace.
I was startled. "William!"
His gentle voice came from above. "Don't worry, it's just a bad dream. You won't be scared."
I felt my nose tingle.
"Come on, drink the milk. I'll give you a gift later."
I obediently drank the milk as he guided me, even though my stomach was churning.
A little milk smeared around my mouth, and I was about to wipe it off when William suddenly reached out, his thumb gently brushing against the corner of my lips.
He looked at me seriously, but his thumb traced my lip shape in a… suggestive way.
Finally, he reluctantly pressed his thumb to my lips twice before pulling his hand away.
I froze, staring at him, trying to read something on his face.
But there was nothing.
His face was devoid of any suggestive or flirtatious expression.
Could it be… I was just overthinking?
