The candlelight swayed and waved, its shadow gnawing wantonly on the wall.
Shen Qianqian looked carefully at the misty eyes, the messy brown curly hair, the slightly sweaty neck, and the mole at the corner of Jiang Yu's mouth. Her voice was a little hoarse, "Jiang Jiang, I am your memory, right?"
Intention: Grow after experiencing dreams one after another