Blood-red dragonflies, an eerie village.
A dream that repeats, waking again and again. Everything is strange and new.
Who is that green shadow?
Which is real: the cold, deranged villagers in the dream, or the warm grandmother Xiao Tu met?
Am I still dreaming, or is everything happening to me real?
(The blurb may be revised as the novel develops ^O^)
Theme: You were once my salvation!
Come on, come on↖(^ω^)↗