I seem to have had a dream, in which I returned to the Great Qin era. I met the respectful and humble Changsheng, Pingting's charming fairy sister, and the immortal alchemist. Each of them has a story with them, and in this deep palace, they all wear invisible shackles...
This dream was too real, and I didn't want to believe that it was just a dream. I would rather believe that there was a slight error in the transformation of time and space. I accidentally fell into a gap in time and space. When the sun fell on me again, everything was as usual, except for a strange dream. Everyone believes that the official history is only written by the victors. The history we see is the result of whitewashing and is called some mysterious power in legends. I believe what's the harm? Perhaps some forces cannot be proven by science but have a deeper reality.
I watched the dust floating in the sunlight numbly, closed my eyes and took a deep breath to regain my composure.
Later, I was still an ordinary college student in the 21st century. I ate, went to class, and slept without any disturbance in my life. There is just one more story in my diary that only I can believe.