In dreams, there is always a distant voice: "The country is falling, the country is falling, the country is falling..." Over and over again, warm and sad.
My tears fell down and hit the snow drop by drop, and they turned out to be red.
I looked around confused, not knowing where I was.
Then, I was pulled into a warm embrace, and she said, "Qingcheng, don't be afraid, my sister will protect you."
I hugged her tightly: "Sister, don't cry, it hurts."
Then we started to escape.