The craziness of the Warring States period originated from a dream I had four years ago. I dreamed that I was standing alone on a desert grassland crying, wearing a red robe crumbling in the wild wind. I had no idea what the male protagonist looked like, and I had no idea why he was crying. At six o'clock in the morning in the middle of winter, I woke up crying to myself. Waking up and recalling the scene in the dream is too unforgettable. What is more important is what does the male protagonist look like? Did I not see it or did I? Or forgot? …
Alas... I still lost to my wooden fish head...
My mind has been sketching countless pictures over the years, and I always want to reshape them with a story, so I decided to dig a hole and go crazy... Just treat it as if it has a beginning and an end, and at least give myself an ending. I can't let me suffer from the pain of missing the male protagonist anymore! ! !
Haha~~~~~~The New Year is coming, I wish you all good luck and all the best in the New Year!