The first time I had this dream that day was the last time Heng Hechun warmed my heart. From then on, I lived alone in this city, facing all the cold gazes both overt and covert. Later, I had this dream again and again, but I no longer had those warm and strong hands to hold me up. I just woke up from the endless dark and cold dreams again and again, and sat alone in the dark and cold reality, waiting for the dawn that was not warm.
Conception: