Xia Qi has always seen a man with long hair in her dreams, but the man never said a word and never hurt her. Even if she took the initiative and asked, she never got a response.
It was snowing in June, a rare weather. Maybe there was something unhappy in the sky, or maybe someone moved the sky. Xia Qi looked at the gray sky, and vague figures from his dreams appeared in his mind. Recently, this dream has become more and more frequent.
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This is my first time coming to Jinjiang. My writing skills are limited. Please be merciful and accept suggestions with an open mind. We are all the most destined people in the story. We meet and get to know each other and create a beautiful home in Jinjiang.
Purpose: Only when there are bonds, there will be stories