She was gasping for breath.
In the darkness, it was as if a large hand was tightly strangling her neck.
Suffocating, uncomfortable.
Those past events slowly eroded her mind, like a branding iron.
The painful memories etched in her heart bobbed up to the surface, like flying knives, once again slicing her to pieces.
Bathed in blood.
Twenty-three years ago, a big event happened in Landon.
That year, Sylvan Cheney was seven, she was only five.
At that time, she hadn't met Chris Fern yet.
She and her parents, Lana lived in Landon, carefree and without worries.
She had a substantial family fortune and doting parents.
Every day, all she had to do was enjoy seeing the morning sun rise and the evening sun set.
That summer, the trees were lush, full of life. Everything was vibrant and energetic.
But——
In mid-August, the renowned Cheney family was attacked by their enemy.
