The body of a wanderer is spoken through dreams.
It can be said that the brain is really a magical organ. Dreaming has not been thoroughly studied yet. And for me, it really is a dream every day! ! ! Yes, every day! ! ! It can be said that there are quite a few dream stories (I feel tired), so this is where I will update my dreams from time to time.
Since it is said to be a dream, there is no such thing as remembering it clearly after waking up. You can play around with some details at will, or expand it into a story from a small point in the dream, or maybe suddenly think of a short story out of excitement, hahaha.
Ah, in fact, I have forgotten many dreams, and it seems that most of them are dreams of being chased (hiding my face and crying). All the following stories should be based on CP as much as possible (it would be 2333 without CP, after all, I am not a romantic girl)
All in all, this article is just a short story based on dreams to satisfy myself.
After thinking about it, I might as well have a heroine.
The following is the official copy:
In the beginning of chaos, there was no heaven and earth.
At the beginning of heaven and earth, there was no help but the river.
On the banks of the Naihe River, there is no underworld.
Along the way to Huangquan, there are no three lives.
My origin is Shuosui, and I was given the name Sansheng by the Mother Goddess. Whatever name is engraved on my hair and skin is a sign of marriage and love for three lifetimes. However, what you have experienced is also what I have experienced.