Chen Yi always has a dream, in which there is never-ending heavy rain and a clearly audible heartbeat.
Ahead was an unfathomable abyss, and the violent movement filled the throat with the smell of blood.
The footsteps of the pursuer are approaching, and the ferocious laughter can even be heard. At this time, the hands stretched out from behind are pushing to death or escaping?
I woke up from the dream.
Conception: