Many years later, Lightning would always dream of a red figure when sleeping at night, wearing a floor-length bright red dress, with long black hair hanging around her waist, holding a golden bow in her hand, walking towards the darkness step by step, and he desperately chased her forward, trying to see her appearance clearly. He ran so fast that he could almost clearly see her hair flying in the wind, but he always woke up suddenly when he was about to catch up with her. The surroundings were still dark, with the even and regular breathing of his wife and children beside him. He looked around and saw a bright moon hanging in front of the window. The moonlight shone in through the window, casting a white square on the ground. The outlines of everything in the house could be vaguely discerned in the weak moonlight.