That night, Ying Sifeng fell asleep leaning on the back of the chair. His elegant and clean outlines meandered quietly in the flickering lights. Following every line, he traced the past. They were the raised eyebrows, closed eyes, high nose, and gentle lips - so far away that they seemed so close and within reach, so strange that they seemed like the most familiar part of time in his heart.
A lamp like a bean may illuminate his dream.
I just don't know if she exists in his dream.
She walked over gently, sat on the ground, rested her head on his knees, and closed her eyes. Vaguely, she seemed to have had a long dream, in which the night sky was filled with colorful and shining stars. She was still young and met his gentle and smiling eyes in the blood-drenched confusion. He stretched out his hand to her, as if he wanted to take her to the brightest future.
She held his hand and fell into a deep sleep.
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