The resentment lingered in this dream, wandering aimlessly.

Each step she took was a step on fragments of her memory.

Those fragments, sometimes pieced together, create heartwarming scenes.

In an instant, it turned to ashes and vanished without a trace.

She tried to touch that lost warmth, but her fingertips passed through nothingness.

In the end, all that remains is a deeper loneliness and sorrow.

Just then, a distant and mysterious incantation broke the silence of the dream.

It seemed to come from ancient times, or perhaps it was ringing right next to my ear.

As the incantation echoed, the mist surrounding the palace began to churn.

The faces in the magic mirror gradually became clearer, finally settling on one face.

When Qin Luo saw that face clearly, he was instantly stunned.

That was her face. She never imagined that her resentment would hold such a heavy place in her heart.

It seems that she can dream about herself every day without needing to enter her dreams herself.

Just as she was secretly pleased with herself, and resentful that someone actually treated her, their older sister, with such respect...

Then they heard the sound of the mirror shattering, and Qin Luo quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

The mirror that reflected her face was now in pieces.

The resentful spirit standing before the mirror glared at the shards of metal with eyes full of hatred and teeth clenched.

"It's you, it's all because of you. You've turned me into this, into a vengeful spirit hated by everyone. I could have been a carefree, lonely ghost, but it's all because of you, it's all your fault..."

Her final roar caused a violent wind to rise in the dream, nearly blowing Qin Luo, who was clinging to the corner of the wall, away.

Fortunately, she possessed brute strength, which allowed her to regain her footing.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped a disaster...

Suddenly, a sinister and eerie girl's voice rang in my ears.

"Have you seen enough, sister..."