In My Dreams, I Know Not That I Am a Guest

In this world of jianghu, someone is always leaving our side

Just as autumn passes, and winter arrives

If meeting was a beautiful dream born of an unexpected twist of fate

Why must we wake when morning comes?

A dream of jianghu, if it could happen again**

It must be in autumn

October would be best

With overcast skies and rain

And with you still being you.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.