Yin Ke, who was DJing in the bar, stared at Xing Xing, who was swaying wantonly on the dance floor. He never thought that he would meet her again ten years later in such a scene. She was wearing a red dress and her curly hair was swaying crazily. Her red lips were like the beauty of a snake. People kept chatting with her, and she smiled charmingly.
Ten years ago, the afternoon sun was still dazzling. Yin Ke, who had just woken up, looked at the girl next to him who was sweating profusely and waving a pen, with her high ponytail, white school uniform, and a little sadness on her cute and fair face.
It's just a grand lucid dream
Concept: A broken mirror is broken after all