Fighting Is Not a Dream

The moon is like a silver plate, and the sky is filled with stars. On the top of the cliff, Xiao Yan was lying on the grass, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, chewing it slightly, letting the faint bitterness spread in his mouth... He raised his somewhat fair palms to cover his eyes, looking through the gaps between his fingers at the huge silver moon in the sky. "Alas..." Thinking of the test in the afternoon, Xiao Yan sighed softly, lazily withdrew his palms, rested his head on his hands, and looked a little dazed... "It's been fifteen years..." A low murmur suddenly came out of the young man's mouth without any boundaries. In Xiao Yan's heart, there is a secret that only he knows: he is not from this world, or in other words, Xiao Yan's soul does not belong to this world. He is a name... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.