Foreword
From a long time ago, he always had the same dream.
A gentle breeze blew by, and an impenetrable white mist filled the air, blocking his sight and further separating the man's features.
In the hazy moment, that person always smiled at him, more dazzling than the bright sun and more nostalgic than the deep moon.
But why, facing such a warm smiling face, was he so sad that he couldn't speak?
Small reminder: This article is a short story and is completed in three chapters.
Fei Fei doesn't ask for anything, just a review. Otherwise, I don't know if what I wrote will be readable. . . (Sweat
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