Everyone knows that life is like a dream, and it is just a dream, but it is not a dream. In the dream, the dream is captured, and after waking up, the dream is known.
Dreams are illusory, but they couldn't be more real.
In the dream, she was wearing silver armor, holding a spear in hand and leading the troops, with cold eyes.
When the two armies were facing each other and the situation was tense, she was laughed at and intimidated by the enemy general. It was the first time that she had a different expression on her face.
An annoyed look accompanied by a "You're going too far!"
Immediately, the two armies fought, and the enemy troops were lured into an ambush. Lin Xiaoxiao did not dare to take a closer look. It wasn't until the arrow pierced the air and pierced her chest, and the sharp pain spread, that she realized why she was in so much pain in the dream. She still remembered the enemy general's uneasy smile at the moment before she fell into coma.
Lin Xiaoxiao woke up, but her chest still hurt.
Is this a dream? But why she felt the same way.