Yan Mo had a dream. There was someone in the dream who kept whispering to her, but she couldn't hear a single word. It was not until later that the person held a long sword and pierced her heart with the sword. The biting cold and pain suddenly woke her up. She touched the cold sweat on her forehead and Yan Mo let out a cry. Damn it, who is so vengeful? She died so ugly every time.
Intention: It's about being unable to love, unable to pick up, and unable to let go