A long time ago, a young man in blue clothes and long hair always appeared in my dreams.
The young man wore a veil and held a silver-shining sword in his hand. There were faint patterns like dragon scales on it. He was very beautiful, but very lonely.
Finally, the boy slowly disappeared with the sword, turning into an ice-blue butterfly.
The butterflies flew in the air, leisurely, slowly, and finally disappeared. In the end, my dream also disappeared.
I always thought this was just a dream, maybe I read too many martial arts novels.
Years passed and I gradually forgot that I received a special mission. The moment the helicopter landed, I seemed to be back in my dream.
On the high mountain, there was light snow in the sky. The young man was dressed in blue, and the sword in his hand was dripping with blood. The corpses on the ground were dyed red with white snow.
The young man raised his head and laughed, not knowing what he was talking about. He slowly walked forward and finally fell off the cliff...