When I was thirteen years old, I dreamed of a man with whom I had a sweet love story. It was Qingming Festival, and someone came into my room. He hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear. His voice was as gentle and doting as spring: "Good boy, go to sleep!" I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found that I was kneeling at the door of the house. The sound of suona was heard in the distance, and a team of people in red and white came to my door. Grandpa shouted in horror: "Red and white evil spirits, red and white evil spirits"
Concept: supernatural, romance