In AD 6127, mankind fell into an inescapable nightmare. The end of the dream was a seven-story white tower.
In the realm of autumn water, I read about the wind and rain. In the dangerous territory, love crushes the snow and frost.
Under the bright moonlight, she saw the boy she least wanted to see but who had appeared countless times in her dreams.
Different from the overwhelming insults and ridicules in the previous dream, the surroundings were silent now, and the stars fell into the dreamland. Jiang Yue heard Song Zun calling her softly: "Wanwan".
No one knows that the crescent moon has shone on his heart for fourteen years.
Intent: Part of realistic satire, a little bit of human truth