Zhuang Sheng never thought that his story, which had just begun, could be written like this.
It slowly extended, taking Zhuang Sheng into her and Xiao Chen's clear dream between dusk and dawn, unwilling to wake up.
She tried, one stroke at a time, to carefully describe the people and things related to her, watching them separate and join together, and immersed herself in writing - she didn't even know if she could finish writing.
Because she, like everyone else, is waiting to see the ending of the story, waiting to see where the chaotic possibilities of her 20-year-old life will take this dream in the end.