Think of Him When You Wake Up

My name is Wen Tang, you can call me Tangtang. An old dream that haunts me repeatedly makes me always see that figure whose features are unclear in the hazy moonlight. He has a light fragrance of ink, which is so gentle and reassuring. Until I met Lu Yanci in the library. The white shirt, the scent of ink, and the temperature when your fingertips touch each other are exactly the same as in the dream. It turns out that the longing that transcends dreams has long been waiting for me to meet in the sea of ​​people. A tender encounter that began in an old dream has been a heartbeat every year since then. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.