And now, after she left, I dream about her every night.
I dreamed that she held my hand and led me to run on the grassland filled with morning mist. The mist condensed on her face, forming streams and small lakes before her eyes. I dreamed that she was riding a white horse, holding the fallen feathers of flying birds for me, and then letting go, letting the feathers disappear in the wind again.
In the dream, I heard her say, "Have you seen the wind?"
The wind in the wilderness is not gentle, and everything changes rapidly. Leona's messy hair cunningly squeezed into her eyes, causing her to blink several times to relieve the discomfort.
I asked her: "Are you a ghost?"
She didn't answer me, just stared at me, with no ripples in her blue eyes, like the well she jumped into that day.
Mission: Respect life, respect freedom