Kaitianlu

Time and time again I saw the gods and Buddhas in the sky on the top of the parasol tree in front of my door, time and time again I was stared at by countless pairs of cold eyes, time and time again I woke up from dreams like ice caves, which one is real? The sycamore tree that appeared at the door at some unknown time is still standing there, but its top is empty. Above it is the white-clad sky and the vast sky. The recurring rants, curses, and taunts in the dream were so real, but they were irrelevant. The most important thing now was to eat. Although the loss of memories before the age of six and the recurring dream have always troubled Mu Feng, these still cannot stop a seven-year-old child from pursuing food. After all, in this world, if it can be done, who really cares about a child's memory and a bizarre dream? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.