"At least in dreams, we have already lived a long life."
Many years later, Mu An read a report on the headlines on the Internet, which was a collection of essays by a writer.
As Mu An read, he was eroded by a strong sense of familiarity.
She went to look for the author's name, and when she finally saw "Zhou Han", she was so trembling that she couldn't breathe.
At the same time, the tidbits about this "all-powerful" writer also attracted everyone's attention——
Why did Zhou Han insist on leaving another country 22 years ago?
And why did you pick up the pen again in a foreign country 22 years later? …
Amidst the commotion, she came to Mu An's side.
On this night by the river, the moonlight was as bright as thousands of years of tears.
The gentle breeze of the river was so much like the night they met each other.
It's a pity that all that's left is memories and confusion.
Intention: At least in dreams, we have already lived a long life