They met in a dream, and a picture popped up. The man took great care of Yin Ye, and they had mutual feelings for each other. They liked each other physiologically, and it was love at first sight for no reason, but there was no point in revealing it.
I woke up from a dream without confessing, without even asking for my name, but the appearance in the dream was clearly visible, and the events in the dream were like reality. The clearer I remember it, the worse the pain became. I never dreamed about it again, and I became very lovesick.
Yin Ye was worried all day long. He was walking on the street with his book in his hand and was hit by a passing car. The book and countless pages of notes flew into the sky. At this moment, Yin Ye traveled through time.
It was under the persimmon tree, in the cool autumn, and around him was the environment related to him, but he was nowhere to be seen. When I got up, I felt incredibly strange: I'm dreaming again, I'm dreaming again! I was overjoyed and accidentally tripped over a stone, causing obvious pain. No... No... It's too real, why is it so real.
