"He" is my dream. The most powerless thing is often not dreaming about you, but the huge feeling of gap after dreaming about you. The scenes in the dream are always so real, so real that I think time is going back, and that those separated people can come back to each other again. Wearing the coat that I am familiar with, you stood on the street corner where we have walked countless times, smiling and reaching out to me. But no matter how hard I ran or how hard I shouted, there was always a layer of transparent glass between us. I watched you turn around and merge into the vast sea of people. Even the words "Don't go" were stuck in your throat and you couldn't make a sound. It wasn't until the alarm clock rang and the pillow was slightly wet that I suddenly realized that that dream was my last grand farewell to the past. The clearer you are in your dream, the more barren the reality will be when you wake up.
Intent: We wear perfect masks in reality, but hide our truest desires in our sleep blabbering late at night.
Xia Zhiwei's dream is an outlet to escape pressure, and Jiang Ye's dream is an entrance to make up for regrets.
When the two lonely frequencies overlapped in the dream, I discovered that the so-called "daydreaming" was actually two hearts running in both directions subconsciously.
This novel not only wants to tell a sweet love story, but also records a journey of growth from "virtual" to "reality".
The real salvation is not to sleep in a sweet dream forever, but for you, I am willing to be a fearless hero in the dust-filled reality.
I hope this story can give you a little courage to face reality.