"I will... take Bronya home."
"And then... one day..."
Ye Ming raised his head. His dark eyes were filled with a resolve strong enough to drive away all sorrow.
"I will turn this imperfect world into the one you all hope for."
"Bronya remembers that when she was little, the thing she feared most was having sweet dreams."
Kneeling before the gravestone, Bronya stared blankly with vacant eyes at the epitaph, where not a single word was inscribed.
"Because nightmares can be eased once you wake up, but sweet dreams are the exact opposite."
Bronya still remembered how she had dreamed countless times of her parents, whom she had never met—dreamed of sleeping peacefully in their embrace, dreamed of the dim yellow light as her mother read her storybooks.
"Once Bronya woke from a sweet dream, the gap between reality and the dream made Bronya afraid."
She also remembered that, in the instant she woke from those countless dreams, all she could feel was the cold floor and the cage filled with iron bars.
"As long as Bronya ends her life, Bronya will never hurt anyone again, nor will Bronya dream of those whom Bronya has hurt."
This was the most correct, flawless conclusion reached by her mind, with its IQ of 180.
But... Bronya's subconscious seemed to have played a cruel joke on her.
She suddenly saw an illusion, one that seemed just like a dream.
It was the time she had spent with Ye Ming—the sweet dream she feared most...
"I mean... why does a kid like you always look like the world owes you something?"
"Bronya is already sixteen!"
"Huh?! Really? But you look so tiny... Ah! Don't bite me!"
Their meeting had begun with that tiny bite mark.
"This is Kiana. I may not be