Just like one night many years later, the night at that time condensed into frost, and the moonlight did not stay away from this place, but shone on the bed like ice mist. For some reason, Ranying felt colder and colder as she looked at the sweetly sleeping face on the bed.
Dear brother, you are dreaming of sweet dreams. Are there any shadows in the dream? Are there pages in the dream that we have turned together? Are there times when we whispered and caught the wind and the moon? Is there a scene of me running through the courtyard, lost and unable to find the direction, squatting in the overgrown weeds of the abandoned palace, and sobbing... Dear brother, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand! I don't understand why your face was so melancholy and heartless later on. Until, until... Grow up.