Shen Qianqian had a strange dream. She dreamed that a man wearing a fox mask and ancient costume gently kissed her lips and told her that he missed her.
Under the marriage tree, the evening wind messed up her hair and messed up her heart. Little did she know that he was not far away and had never left.
"Achen, if you want to come, why would you leave? If you can leave, why would you come?"
"No... I'm not leaving, trust me Qianqian"
Purpose: Imagining stories