Ever since I was a child, for more than 20 years, I have had different dreams every day. I cried, laughed, feared, and struggled in my dreams.
The real pain, the feeling of being helpless, the coldness of the water, the color of the blood, the warmth of the hug. I remember it all. Now, I regard dreaming as a kind of practice to control its occurrence.
This novel is half true and half false. What you like comes from my life, and what you fear comes from my dreams.
Her name is Xia Rongyang, and there is a world in her heart that you have never been exposed to.
His surname is Mo and his name is Mo Qingchi. Everyone in the circle calls him Mo Cheng. He is not as strong as you think, but he is not as fragile either.
His name was Wen Wen. He left, taking with him a period of time and a youthful faith.
When reality and dreams intertwine, which one makes you sadder?
To commemorate my ten years, for me, he is my dream, a dream that I have had for ten years.
But, life is so long, so what if it's just a dream?