I dreamed of a mayfly, an epiphyllum, and a typhoon.
The slender man stood in the eye of the storm, his face blurred, waving to me: "Come here, Xiaoyi..."
Do I know him?
So I made up my mind to run away and we would play this cat and mouse game to the ends of the earth until we died.
Contains female-to-male plot
Intention: freedom