Ouyang Ying has been having a strange dream in the past few days. In the dream, there were moans and cries for help, there were fires all over the sky, and there were people fleeing in all directions and the heart-wrenching cries of children. The knight in the distance had a look of despair on his face, and the shining sword in his hand stung her eyes. The crimson blood flows into a river and rolls up the crimson petals towards the horizon. Red is alluring and weird.
This scene is like a movie, slowly playing in Ouyang Ying's dream. Scene after scene, it is both extremely clear and blurry. And Ouyang Ying just watched and listened until she was woken up and sat on the bed covered in sweat, with the half-moon mark on her forehead slightly aching.
The sunshine entered Ouyang Ying's bedroom bit by bit. She got up and wiped her face with cold water. After calming down, she gently knocked on Ouyang Huan's door and prepared to go to school. The morning sun was as red as blood and quickly filled her room. And she had no idea.