Chapter 392 I Would Not Accept My Fate

The next day, Harry woke up from his dream. He sat on the bed, sweating and gasping for breath. The painful face in the fire in front of him gradually turned into the appearance of Scarlet. He stroked his chest, and the pain of heart and lung tearing still lingered on his chest. How could that person be Scarlet?

The sunlight came in from the window, making him unable to open his eyes. He took a deep breath and got out of bed.

He had a hangover and had a nightmare the whole night. When...