The next scene spun rapidly, and after a bout of dizziness, the man who kept accusing her in the vision was already bound by giant lock chains.
And the stunning woman who had flaunted herself arrogantly before her was now lying on the ground, ravaged and covered in wounds, tortured to death in front of the man.
The man bound by the giant chains merely looked on with a numb expression, his gaze dull, showing no reaction to the scene before him.
Her head hurt even more, as if it would explode; countless images were spinning rapidly like a lantern in Pei Shuangshuang's mind, yet Shuangshuang couldn't make anything out, only feeling that her head was about to burst from the pain.
Her heart ached so much that she wished she could dig it out from her chest to stop the pain from driving her mad.
The images in her mind continued to swirl rapidly: the man's handsome face, his gentle smile, his cold demeanor, his look of disgust.
