Mo Xiaolan has been having a similar dream since she was a child. A figure with disheveled hair in the blood is getting closer and closer, muttering about passion and hatred since ancient times, and this hatred lasts forever. Recently, he felt that the figure was getting clearer and clearer, but unfortunately he would wake up whenever he wanted to see the person's face clearly.
Intention: The world is so big and there are always people who are good to you