I had a nightmare in which a group of invisible women were fighting with each other. What's worse is that not only are they unable to see, but they all suffer from eye diseases and require regular treatments such as chemotherapy. Everyone knows that after several times of treatment, it will definitely damage a person's vitality and drain his blood. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will turn pale. This group of women began to give up on themselves and became restless, so they disliked each other and fought with each other. However, there was a very strong woman who insisted on completing her last in-depth treatment. After the treatment, she could see her eyesight restored. It happened that this very strong woman offended the very powerful eldest sister, so they arrived early to chase her and organized her to enter the operating room. Then the woman knocked the elder sister unconscious, escaped from the crowd and received treatment. After the treatment, she quietly escaped from the ward that made her sick through the window. She turned her head to stare at the ward for the first time with eyes that could see. As a result, she saw that the corpse of a woman with a sentence of sex had fallen under the window she had just climbed down, and it had turned yellow.
Anyone who has such a dream would be frightened to wake up. Me too. When I woke up and found that I had arms and legs and could see things, I felt extremely happy. In fact, many times, happiness is often just a process in one's own heart. Happiness with reference is not happiness. Happiness from the bottom of our heart is what we call happiness.