The Great Dream God

Lisa's body trembled involuntarily, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, so fragile and helpless. Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless and trembling slightly. Her eyes were full of despair and pain, just like a lamb lost in the abyss of darkness, unable to find a glimmer of hope. The endless darkness seemed to swallow her up completely, and she fell into deep fear.

"I...I..." Lisa tried to explain, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a heavy stone, and her words became fragmented, unable to fully express her thoughts. Her voice was trembling, and her eyes were full of fear and helplessness, like a drowning person, desperately trying to grab a life-saving straw.

"Do you think Princess Zi Yang will let you go? She won't." Xu Xiaofeng's voice became colder and colder, whistling like a biting cold wind. "Have you forgotten everything he did to you? You were brutally hurt by Princess Zi Yang and almost blinded. That terrible experience was like an endless nightmare. It still lingers in your heart like a ghost, leaving you with lingering fears." There was a flash of anger and sympathy in Xu Xiaofeng's eyes. She looked at Lisa and couldn't help feeling sad for her.

Lisa's tears welled up in her eyes, like shining pearls about to fall. Her mind was occupied by the painful memories, and her heart was filled with fear and helplessness. It was a nightmare that she would never forget. Whenever she recalled it, endless pain and hatred would surge in her heart, and the flame of hatred was like a raging fire, burning her soul.

It was a dark night, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the ground was pitch black. Lisa was walking alone on the quiet street, feeling uneasy. Suddenly, a group of people rushed out and surrounded her. The leader was Princess Ziyang, who had a hideous smile on his face, which made people shudder.

"Lisa, do you think you can escape from my clutches?" Princess Ziyang's voice was icy cold and chilling.

Lisa looked at him in horror and tried to run away, but her way was blocked. At the command of Princess Ziyang, those people began to punch and kick Lisa. Lisa fought back desperately, but her strength was too weak to resist the attacks of these people.

Finally, Princess Ziyang walked up to Lisa and reached out her hand to dig into her eyes. Lisa screamed in pain, and her world instantly fell into darkness. From then on, Lisa's life became dark, and she lived in fear and pain every day.

"Do you think you can solve the problem by choosing to escape? That will only make you fall into a deeper abyss of despair, and you will never be able to turn around." Xu Xiaofeng's voice brought Lisa back from her memories.

"Just live in the present, don't look back at the past, and don't think too far ahead." Xu Xiaofeng's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss of hell, with endless pain and despair. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, and he just mechanically repeated this sentence.

Whenever I see my burnt skin, I feel endless anger towards the culprit, Princess Ziyang. It is a memory that I cannot bear to look back on, like a nightmare that I can never wake up from. The flames raged on my body, devouring my skin. The pain was like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, making me live a life worse than death. The instigator of all this was the vicious Princess Ziyang. Whenever I think of her hideous face, the hatred in my heart surges like a tide, unstoppable.

"I will make her pay the price!" Xu Xiaofeng said gritting his teeth. His fists were clenched tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers. However, he seemed not to feel the pain, and there was only endless hatred in his heart.

It was a pain that went deep into the bone marrow, a hatred that could never be erased, like a sharp sword, piercing everyone's heart. Xu Xiaofeng's voice echoed in the empty room, making people shudder.

After saying that, Xu Xiaofeng turned and left resolutely. His back, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, looked so lonely and determined. His footsteps were heavy and powerful, as if every step carried the hatred and determination in his heart. The candlelight stretched his figure and projected it on the wall, forming a distorted black shadow, as if it was a reflection of his inner pain.

Lisa looked at Xu Xiaofeng's departing back, her heart filled with complex emotions, like a tangled mess that was difficult to sort out. Her eyes were full of admiration and worry. She admired Xu Xiaofeng's courage and determination, and worried that he would lose himself because of hatred. She was thinking about why Xu Xiaofeng could be so brave and not afraid of the difficulties and obstacles ahead. In her eyes, Xu Xiaofeng was a true warrior, a person who dared to face the challenge of fate and dared to fight for his dignity and justice.

She knew that she couldn't be so cowardly any longer. She had to make a change and face it all bravely. Lisa took a deep breath, and her eyes became firm as if she had made up her mind. She thought of her family and the suffering they had endured. Those painful scenes kept flashing in her mind like a movie, filling her heart with sadness and anger.

Her father, a hardworking and kind-hearted farmer, was innocently imprisoned because of a remark made by Princess Ziyang, and his life or death is still unknown. Her mother, a gentle and virtuous woman, was beaten all over by Princess Ziyang's men in order to protect her, and eventually died with hatred. Her brother, an innocent child, was sold as a slave by Princess Ziyang, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then. These painful memories, like heavy shackles, weighed down Lisa's breath.

She thought of all the evil deeds of Princess Ziyang, the cruel means, the ruthless oppression, which filled her heart with anger and hatred. In order to satisfy her own selfish desires, Princess Ziyang exploited the people by any means, robbed their land and property, and caused countless people to lose their homes and become homeless. Her subordinates were even more tyrannical, oppressing the people and doing all kinds of evil. Lisa once saw with her own eyes that an old man was beaten half to death by Princess Ziyang's men because he could not pay taxes, and was thrown on the street, with no one paying attention to him. These tragic scenes filled Lisa's heart with hatred for Princess Ziyang.

The night wind blew in quietly from the shabby window, bringing a hint of chill. The wind was like cold fingers, gently touching Lisa's skin, making her shiver. Lisa sat there alone, lost in deep thought. Her thoughts were like flying snowflakes, chaotic, yet so cold and piercing.