A bizarre and complex dream that travels back and forth between ancient and modern times. When the fake becomes the real, the real is also fake. Seeing flowers in the mist is like a dream. A handful of bitter tears, who knows the taste? Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist; midnight comes and dawn goes. How long has it been like a spring dream? It has gone like a morning cloud with nowhere to go. This flower is not that flower, this dream is not that dream, sincere love will eventually resolve hatred. Leave your own authentic relics in this world - the game within the game, the green mountain building outside the mountain and the building outside the mountain; add personal collections and storage inside, it is unique, you deserve it!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
