Dreaming Back to the Beginning of the Month

Copywriting The blood washes away the Hongmen, the dream is like a snow wing, the big dream is three thousand, and it is impossible to escape from being wiped out... Master, why do you look so like the person in the painting? Are you the original immortal? But if you are him, then why am I not her? … Master, don't you want me anymore? Also, now that I am neither a human nor a ghost, who would want me? I'm so tired, I really want to sleep like this~