Text text: I meet you at my best and stay with you at your darkest time.
What has the night given you?
Is it the fear of the smell of blood in the night wind, or is it a nightmare that goes deep into layers.
Because Yu Haoyu is sensitive by nature, she cares too much about many things. Every night, she has nightmares.
Darkness follows you like a shadow, fear clings to your bones like maggots.
Until death comes which means new life.
The two died in an accident, and Yu Gaoyu was reborn. He was forced to appear next to Gu Shuo whenever he slept.
For Yu Haoyu, the experience every night seemed like a dream, while for Gu Shuo, the person who came to him late at night was like a long-lost family member.
Simple settings: ① The place where the heroine is summoned will not be fifty meters away from the hero
② The heroine can subjectively touch anything she wants. It is set in a physical form. Except that she cannot see it, she is no different from ordinary people. Or they can be completely ghost-like and untouchable.
③For the heroine, everything she experiences when she comes to him every night is like a dream, because no matter what she experiences here, nothing happens to her after she wakes up from sleep. Except for the memory, she can't bring anything with her.
④The setting of the heroine initially came to mind because of a sentence, which is also the name of a drama. It doesn't matter if it's a bit sensitive. There are many things in life that actually don't feel like much, but they make you uncomfortable. You can be more sensitive. Of course, this is not the case with the subject matter of this article. It is just that the heroine is set to be a very sensitive person, but does not show it.
Demining:! ! ! There is no guarantee of daily updates, or even regular updates. The author cannot be forced to work at 1,000 words per hour.
! ! ! The heroine is real! Sick, very sick by visual inspection. But they are safe. They grew up under the aura of socialism and do not do bad things.
! ! ! Since some of the incidents come from the author himself, I pray that there will be no personal attacks, and even if I give suggestions, please give me a gentle pat on the head. The author is lonely and weak, independent from the world, and is weak and pitiful for the little white flower.
Above, bow.