A casual note:
I want to write something, but when I think about it, there seems to be nothing worth recording in life. It is very dull, day after day, and every today is not much different from yesterday. I want to conceive a so-called novel, imagining it as Axi in another time and space in the dream, because I feel that the person who calls her name in the house and courtyard where she exists is so gentle and makes people yearn for it.
Concept: A Xi in the dream and A Zhuan in reality