That day, I fell on the edge of the miasma-filled jungle. In my blurred vision, I bumped into a thin figure.
He walked through the thick fog and walked toward me step by step. His eyebrows were so clean that they were not stained by the world. He chuckled softly:
"What a coincidence, sister, are you coming to my house as a guest?"
Later, I was trapped deep in the jungle, feeling sadly that my life was passing away little by little.
It's still the same forest, still the same person, but he is already a cold young man.
He walked through the morning dew, his eyes were calm, and his tone was calm but with a weight that could not be rejected:
"Sister, I can save you. But everything in the world must be bartered. Are you willing?"
Later, the city's neon lights flickered and the busy traffic completely buried the past.
I met him again, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes no longer had half of the gentleness and innocence of the past.
At that moment I suddenly fell into a trance——
It turns out that those fogs in the forest, the laughter of young people, and the promises made in exchange for lives,
It's all just an old dream of mine, a fantasy and fragmented one.
