Jiang Qi, I seem to see you.
It's obviously daytime, why am I dreaming?
The fog cleared, the long-lost sun kissed me passionately, and the cicadas on the trees kept shouting. I touched my neck and felt the pain afterwards. You stood under the tree, the April wind messed up your hair and skirt, the mottled light and shadow were printed on your skirt, and the prints of the leaves were flying. You tilted your head at me and smiled slightly.
I have always been a staunch atheist, but at this moment, I would like to be God's most faithful believer and pray that He would let me sink into fantasy forever.
Jiang Qi, I love you.
Intention: "Why do you want to immerse yourself in a dream? Take a closer look at the outside world." "That's not a dream, that's my dream, my place of peace."