In her past life, she viewed the dwarf as a demon, believing his martial arts to be unfathomable, and she herself was just a lamb awaiting slaughter in his hands.
That scene in the dungeon became a nightmare after her rebirth.
Each time she awoke from a midnight dream, she vividly recalled the hideous face of the dwarf, laughing menacingly while dragging his uneven crippled legs, holding a gleaming dagger, limping towards her mercilessly, cutting slices of flesh from her body. Those who have never experienced it could never know what it means to be heartbroken, to live a life worse than death, or to wander between hell on earth.
Those few days felt as long as a lifetime, enduring the pain of being cut piece by piece, a nightmare she could never erase after her rebirth, especially the moment when her only a few months old daughter, with a face of innocent laughter, was suddenly thrown into a brazier by Situtu Qinger, screaming in agony.
