It was late at night, under the moonlight, there was a man standing under the sycamore tree.
The autumn wind blows, and the man's white clothes and long dark hair are fluttering in the wind.
Bailitong stared at the back figure for a long time, then walked in that direction.
One step, another step.
Closer, closer.
Almost there, almost there.
The man in white suddenly turned around and looked at Bailitong with his peach blossom eyes.
"It's about to begin." The man said slowly.
Suddenly the sky turned red, and countless red and golden meteors rushed towards Bailitong overwhelmingly.
Bailitong opened his eyes suddenly, "Huh... It's a dream... I thought the world was going to end..."
"Ah... What am I talking about... What am I about to die... What dreams did I have just now..." Bailitong tried his best to think back, but couldn't remember anything.
Bailitong felt that his whole body was covered in sweat, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
As soon as his hands covered her, Bailitong felt something was wrong. He rushed to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked at his red and swollen eyes, tremblingly wiping away the tears that were still falling.
"What's wrong with me..."