My name is Jiang Yao, and I am not a human being. When I was found by my tribe, I had already begun to have a dream. In the dream, there were large green peach blossoms in bloom, and the floating clouds were all pink. I wandered in this sea of flowers, trying to find something, but I couldn't find anything. In the dream, there was a man, whose face I couldn't see clearly, and who vaguely felt elegant and handsome, leaning against the peach blossom tree, waving and smiling at me.
A thousand-year-old dream, dreaming back to an old friend.
This person has passed away, and the old dream is hard to find.