Jiang Meng, an orphan in Fengxue Town, has had the same nightmare every night for seventeen years——
A white whale was entangled in chains and screamed in the endless darkness.
Everyone said he was a cursed child.
It wasn't until the eve of his eighteenth birthday that Beluga spoke for the first time:
"Dream Master... Help me unlock the chains."
Silver light exploded in the palm of his hand, and he awakened a forbidden talent that had been lost for hundreds of years——
Dream Weaver.
Sleep is the battlefield, and concepts are pet beasts.
His first pet animal was a silver-white rabbit that could not stand firmly.
Everyone laughed at him: What can a rabbit do?
Jiang Meng knelt down and touched Xiaotu's head:
"Then let them see what kind of future the rabbit can kick out if it gets anxious."
Later, this little rabbit walked through the wind and snow, had its wings broken, and burned itself.
Later, it got a name, hope.
"No matter how small your wish is, you deserve a future called 'hope'."
Xiaoyuan——? ? ——? ? --Hope
