Chapter 18

　　Jerome didn\'t go home. Leaving the party, he sat quietly in the back seat of his car, waiting for the assistant to send the information to his mailbox. Soon, he had leaned back and was fast asleep. In his dream, Zoey was 17 or 18 years old.

Standing under the peach blossom trees, she brushed away her hair which was blown to her face by the wind, and said shyly to him, \"Hello, Mr. Fu, I\'m Zoey Xu. I was born in the blooming season of crape myrtle, so I was named Zoey.\"

In his dream, her face suddenly aged, and now her black eyes looked sad. Her thin fingers stroked his face.\" Jerome, close your eyes, count to ten, and I will give you a surprise.\"

In his dream, he obediently closed his eyes. However, when he had counted to five, he opened his eyes. He was shocked to see that she had been hacked to pieces. Her face was totally different, her wounds were numerous, and her chest seemed to be transparent. Inside, he could see her heart beating slowly.