The grassland wind roared past, blowing away the gathering clouds. Thousands of troops were fighting in the distance, but she only saw a figure running towards her.
She opened her mouth, originally wanting to say no, but she already understood. But the passing blood left her unable to speak to comfort him, and she no longer had time to recall the past.
Whatever the reason, it is just a dream, and it becomes a common practice.
An old friend returns.