My Story from Another World

Once I was drunk and dreamed about the immortal dynasty, I looked back on the mortal world and recalled the past. When I looked again, the memory had drifted away like clouds and smoke. When I stretched out my hand to grab it, only a little bit of stardust remained. When I looked again, it was no longer the person in the dream. Different worlds, different experiences time after time, I am me, but not me, I have lost myself, I am looking for me, no matter what the road ahead is, I only know that I have found myself. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.