Zhou Ci had a dream.
In that dream, he was still an excellent novelist. He loves the characters he writes and greets his life with the most enthusiastic face.
But this seems like a nightmare.
The winter jasmine in the deepest part of the dream quietly failed, and spring stayed at that moment.
He himself was driven into a small boat, drifting along the unknown ocean current towards a future full of confusion.
Zhou Ci didn't like this shaky and irrelevant feeling. So he looked around for the paddle, just to regain control of the direction of the boat.
However, just when his search was fruitless and he was about to give up, a hand stretched out from the deep ocean. He was holding the oar and was slowly approaching Zhou Ci.
He looked at the wrist that appeared out of nowhere in astonishment, and pulled the other person onto the boat by accident. That face was beautiful and coquettish, with an inhuman aura everywhere, but Zhou Ci didn't feel scared at this time, and even showed a reassuring smile.
Nanchen × Zhou Ci
Concept: Freedom is the theme of life