Sometimes when Bai Yin looks out the window, he will still recall the dream he has been repeating, even though he no longer thinks about it deliberately.
The moon in the dream fell from the sky and disappeared into the hazy horizon. There was a fatal pain in my neck, making me unable to speak or breathe.
Until one day, a boy with skin as white as porcelain climbed in through the window and stretched out his hand to him.
"My name is Aimata, come with me, I will tell you everything that happened."
The gentle voice made him unable to refuse.
The pain in the dream was very real. Every time he woke up, Bai Yin felt a fishy sweetness rising from his throat.
The dreams day after day made it almost impossible for him to distinguish reality, and the pain in his neck almost made him worse than death.
Why is he insisting?
It seems... I have been waiting for something.
Purpose: If you feel confused in life, try to find a way to untie the knot.