My cuffs were touched, I lowered my head and met a pair of delicate and bright eyes. He smiled and gestured at me with his lips, possibly saying something in a very low voice. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear anything at that moment.
If it was a dream, then I have changed my mind now. It can last a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. It would be best if I never wake up for the rest of my life, which sounds good.
Unfortunately, I had already woken up the moment he gently tugged at the corner of my clothes. That kind of perception, which is so subtle that it can be ignored, cannot appear in something as ambiguous as a dream.
Zhouzhuang dreams of butterflies, or does butterfly dream of Zhouzhuang? Did I have a long dream about my life decades later when I was a teenager, or did I dream that I was back in my youth when I was in my thirties.
Things are unpredictable and really elusive.