Jiang Xiaoyu has always had a dream since he was a child. In the dream, he lives in an antique and scholarly mansion. He always wears an old-style brocade robe, looking innocent, elegant, and high-spirited. The messy old events are like a revolving lantern, going back and forth. Jiang Xiaoyu walked quietly in those faded corridors. He didn't know whether he was the owner of these dreams or a passerby of these memories. He only knew that all he could do was to watch, listen and miss them quietly. The dream was so lonely that Jiang Xiaoyu was afraid of being alone.
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