Anni looked back, but that person was in the dim light. Memories are like a rose with thorns, unable to look back and disappear on the stage of history. If it hadn't been for that accident, she might have been a happy ordinary citizen, far away from the flames of war and harm, but God refused to spare her, pushing her to the bottom of despair again and again. The old dream has faded away, it is out of reach and out of reach. When I wake up, it is difficult to relive the old dream, drifting away in the mist and rain in the alleys of Jiangnan.