Dream now had no idea what her current state of mind truly was. Though she harbored bone-deep hatred for her father and, indeed, for years, not a single person, whether mother or father, had ever truly cared for Dream.
Yet even so, there was still the connection of blood. Dream had long since abandoned any thoughts of killing Tong; this much was certain without any doubt.
However, upon hearing Hong Yan's words, Dream never imagined that her own father had committed such crazed and heartless acts, leaving her feelings mixed with a taste of bitterness.
Hong Yan could see what Dream was thinking. "Dream, Tong is still your father, after all. I shouldn't speak like this, but since you have made your choice, you must face these realities."
Dream looked at Hong Yan, this enchanting and seductive woman whom Dream had always regarded as nothing but a mindless beauty serving others. But at this moment, Dream had to revise her opinion of Hong Yan.
