When Piseth opened his eyes, he still saw the woman, but this time, instead of wearing red, she was wearing black. Her eyes stared at him with sadness. Piseth walked up to her and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Why do I always see you?" Piseth raised his hand to touch her tear-stained cheek. She didn't say anything, but her tears kept falling. After a while, she walked away, and he followed her. All around them was darkness. The woman led them to a place that was getting darker and darker. Light shone on her, and her dress gradually changed from black to red. The man stepped back because the two characters, one black and one red, had completely different personalities. The woman in the red dress was a fierce and cruel person, while the one in the black dress was a sad person. The woman had a dress that was half black and half red. Piseth shook his head, he couldn't choose who he liked. But he felt a connection with her, a connection that was difficult to break. The woman walked towards him, she looked into his eyes. Instead of refusing, Piseth asked her: "Today you won't torture me anymore?" The woman walked towards him, and Piseth agreed to everything she wanted. But as she got closer, her height became shorter and shorter, and when they came face to face with the man, she turned into a 15-year-old child, bending over. Her small voice called out, "Uncle Sith!" The man was stunned until he woke up from his dream. The man took a deep breath to fight off his surprise. He held his head in his hands, trying to force himself to wake up. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was only 3 in the morning. The big man Piseth decided to get out of bed and open the door to the room to get some fresh air. On the front balcony of the second floor, the wind blew and mixed with the dew vapor at dusk. Piseth, in his pajamas, stood holding the handtrai, looking at the view in the sky, where many stars were shining. Piseth still remembered that dream, that woman. Why did it become that girl? The girl he didn’t like, that stubborn girl? It was impossible. The man exclaimed, “How could it be her!” and he sighed. He continued to say to himself: “It was just a dream, Piseth! Why are you so interested? It was just your imagination.”

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