Serious blurb: I met you at my best, and stayed with you through your darkest hours.
What has the night given you?
The terror of blood in the evening breeze, or a nightmare that grows deeper and deeper?
Because of her sensitive nature, Yu Taoyu takes many things too much to heart. Every night, she has nightmares.
Darkness follows like a shadow, and fear clings like a maggot.
Until death, heralding a new beginning, arrives.
The two die in an accident, and Yu Taoyu is reborn. Whenever she falls asleep, she is forced to appear beside Gu Shuo.
For Yu Taoyu, each night's experience feels like a dream. But to Gu Shuo, the person who comes to him in the dead of night feels like family he has not seen in a long time.
Basic details:
1. Wherever the female lead is summoned, she will be within fifty meters of the male lead.
2. The female lead can choose to touch anything she wants. In that state, she is tangible. Apart from being invisible, she is no different from an ordinary person. She can also become like a ghost and be unable to touch anything.
3. To the female lead, everything she experiences beside him each night feels like a dream. No matter what happens there, when she wakes up after sleeping, nothing has happened to her. Her memories remain, but she cannot bring anything else back.
4. The idea of the female lead appearing in someone's mind came from a phrase, which is also the title of a TV series. It's fine to be a little sensitive. There are many things in life that may seem insignificant, but if they make you uncomfortable, you can be a little sensitive. Of course, that's not the theme of this story. The female lead is simply someone who is very sensitive but doesn't show it.
Warnings:
!!! No guarantee of daily updates, or even a regular schedule. The author writes only 1,000 characters per hour, so please don't pressure me.
!!! The female lead really is ill, probably quite ill. But she's harmless. She grew up under the glow of socialist values and doesn't do bad things.
!!! Some events are based on the author's own experiences, so please don't make personal attacks. Even if you have suggestions, please be gentle and give me a comforting pat on the head. The author is lonely, weak, isolated from the world, delicate, pitiful, and as pure as a little white flower.
That's all. A bow.
