I just opened my eyes, lazily got out of the quilt, and looked out the window. A faint sandy red appeared on the horizon, and then slowly fainted, covering this G city that was gradually waking up and becoming busier.
Zhao Yumeng suddenly felt that in this huge city that was about to wake up, he seemed to be an insignificant wave in the sea of people.
Zhao Yumeng, Zhao Yumeng, God only gave you the right to dream.
A dream is just a dream after all! Your dream is just the gibberish of the world!
Is this really the case?