On a hot summer afternoon, the green bamboos and green roses swayed, and her thoughts fell to the bottom of the lake. She seemed to be in a dream, experiencing someone else's dream, and she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a virtual mirror...
I am just constantly searching, and once again walking on the road that feels like stepping on soft gravel, I don't know when, thousands of changes have taken place, the laughter of innocence is floating in the wind, the sunny days are filled with the expectations of youth, in the rain, the moon has faded, and the crows and magpies are flying...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
