Chapter 1008: Beautiful Girl (53)

The last group managed to endure it.

Some achieved success in certain fields, while others lived ordinary, unremarkable lives. Yet they all shared one thing in common—the events of those years had left deep psychological scars. Those scars brought endless troubles and mental illnesses into their lives, and they spent their entire lives unable to truly escape them.

No matter which group they belonged to, after experiencing all of that, their minds had suffered severe trauma.

The boys from that high school dreamed that they had been falsely accused of being thieves.

The girls from the same school dreamed of the life Tang Guo had originally lived. Night after night, they experienced the same dreams. Those terrifying, ugly words filled the world inside them.

Helplessness, panic, fear, avoidance…

Their hearts were filled with nothing but those emotions.

As for the parents, the indifferent teachers, the reporters, and all the other bystanders—

Their dreams were different.

Within those dreams, they were still mere observers.

Only this time, the ones they watched with cold indifference were their own children.

They saw with their own eyes as their sons and daughters were slandered, attacked, and trampled upon by countless people. Even worse, they found themselves unable to control their own words and actions, joining everyone else in bullying their own children.

While dreaming, they desperately wanted to wake up.

They wanted to stop themselves.

Yet for some reason, they simply couldn't.

Their children were forever changed by those pressures.

Some committed suicide because they couldn't endure it.

Some developed severe mental illnesses.

Some drifted through life accomplishing nothing.

Others still achieved remarkable success, but their personalities became twisted and frightening.

Not a single one of them had a normal life.

With bloodshot eyes, they finished the dream, waking in cold sweat. Even after opening their eyes, the despair from the dream lingered in their hearts, refusing to fade for a long time.

What they didn't know was that this was merely the beginning.

Whenever they fell asleep, the dream would appear again, forcing them to relive that life once more.

Such a horrifying dream.

Such a horrifying life.

It was a life without hope, a life where they were utterly powerless.

And the next day, those who had experienced those terrible dreams still went to work, lived their lives, and carried on as usual.

Then night would arrive.

And everything would repeat itself again.

As for Wei Liang and Zuo Ran, they too dreamed of everything Tang Guo had originally experienced.

Once again, they were both observers and participants.

Every time they saw the versions of themselves inside the dream doing those things to Tang Guo, they desperately wanted to stop them.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't.

Their dream selves remained indifferent from beginning to end, while they themselves could only watch helplessly with wide eyes.

Especially at the very end—

When the dream versions of themselves heard that she had climbed onto the rooftop, they merely thought it was a joke and continued drinking and having fun at the bar.

They wished they could drag those hateful versions of themselves out and beat them to death.

Then, with their own eyes, they watched that beautiful girl leap down amidst the crowd's cheering and jeering.

She crashed right in front of them.

Her body was mangled beyond recognition.

Blood splashed everywhere, and all they could see was red.

Just like that, the life of that young girl ended before their eyes.

Worst of all, the people around them didn't seem sorrowful in the slightest.

They continued whispering about her even after she had died, snapping photos and telling acquaintances that the kept woman had jumped to her death.

At last, they could endure no more.

Roaring furiously, they charged into the crowd, wanting to kill every single one of those people.