Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1318

Inside, the room was a cozy pink princess paradise, with a small, soft bed topped with a large brown teddy bear, and a desk nearby holding two fairy tale books. The floor was covered in pink fluffy rugs, and a beautiful wooden rocking horse stood proudly among scattered, unfinished building blocks. Castles, dolls, and delicate little tea sets dotted the room, each scene tugging at Sophie's emotions.

It felt like something in her mind was trying to break free, struggling to be remembered. As the world seemed to spin around her, Sophie, battling a headache, forced herself to take another step forward. Her eyes caught a stack of yellowed newspapers piled in a corner of the attic.

Sophie wanted to get closer and check out what was on those pages, but with each step, memories seemed to bombard her mind. Almost there... just about to remember... She could almost see someone sitting on the bed, gently reading a fairy tale book aloud.

She seemed to ask, "Brother, why do the prince and princess in fairy tales fall in love at first sight?"

And he replied, "Because it's destiny."

"But can't the princess love someone other than the prince?"

His voice softened, "There might be many knights around the princess, but the one truly meant for her is only the prince."