"Xuan", dream! It's this dream again, why do I keep having the same dream! ? Qi Xuan covered his chest and sat blankly on the bed. The man he couldn't forget was still in his mind. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had this dream. Who was the man in the dream? Why did he look at him so tenderly and call his name every time, but every time he woke up from the dream, he couldn't remember what the man looked like...
Why can't I remember him? Qixuan whispered...
Purpose: I want to see what love is like