If I had a choice, I would still be the girl who catches dreams and shadows. What I need in reality, but don't have, floats in the dream, and I can capture them freely. Although I know that they will fly away like bubbles at dawn, but at night, they become my dependence, like an opium addict, addicted to them, forgetting everything. I love the night, not only because it can bring me a sense of belonging, as if I am a bat born to belong to the night, but also at night, I can meet him again in my dream. He once told me that his name is wen/weng Yi, I don't know whether it is Wen or Weng. When I heard him say his name, I laughed, "Plague? Don't get too close to me. Sit further away." He shamelessly moved closer and said, "How dare you dislike me." Then when he was only one centimeter away from my face, he opened his mouth and let out a big breath. I was fixed there. It was like teasing me like a ruffian. I didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, I found out what brand of toothpaste he used, and immediately bought the same one. I exhaled and let myself have more in common with him. It's great.