Chapter 63

Sara had a long and deep dream.

In her dream, she was still a child. She was doing an action repeatedly - opening the door of Caroline Lowell's bedroom.

The door was mahogany, carved with delicate flowers, thick and classic. Carrying her schoolbag, she reached out and pushed the door open. It was very dark in the room. There was only a slight trace of sunlight penetrating through the window, and the curtains were fluttering. The pale woman looked back with a pool of dark red blood under her feet.

When she saw Sara, she smiled helplessly. Little Sara rushed to her mother, trying to hug her. She was too young and did not know what blood meant, but her instinct made her feel afraid. She could only hide in her mother's embrace to get a little bit of warmth.

Caroline was gorgeous and graceful. She often smiled gently. But at that time, when the sunlight reflected on her face through the window, showing loneliness and sadness.