Dream Gods

Night has come, and there are thousands of stars, but there is no sound on the other side; the sun has not yet risen, and there are only two or three points of light, and the falling red is sentimental. Time passes and it takes its own course, but now I am drunk. Without an introduction, the author can only talk nonsense to make up the word count. I hope that all readers will come and support me. With your support, this original work will be completed with enough words at the starting point of reading. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.