Miaomiao was awakened. The milky-white branches slid softly against her and disappeared into the ground. There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Miaomiao wiped it, and she couldn't help but shiver due to the cold sweat on her hands. It had been about eight years. For eight years, Miaomiao had not had a dream. In this era, not dreaming was a sign of growing up. However, after eight years, Miaomiao actually dreamed again, and it was still so weird. Even now, the warm sunshine passing through the window brought a slight warmth to her hands. Miaomiao still felt that a hand broke away from the dream and came to reality to strangle her neck. The cold touch made her tremble non-stop and made her hair stand on end.