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This is a true story, a dream story. I dreamed at night that a white bead appeared in the world, and corpses were floating thousands of miles away. I dreamed at night that a female fairy came down to earth and had a fight with a man. I dreamed at night that an emperor was assassinated, with a calm face. I dreamed of a baby being born at night, making babbling sounds. How much do you know about dream stories? It has been ups and downs for three years, and I am still updating it intermittently. Persistence only comes from wanting to finish writing. No matter what, you must finish writing. Maybe it's not perfect. In the past three years, I have also grown. Some people have left and some have come. The mood when I wrote it has changed. No matter what, let's finish writing it first! Just fulfill a promise to yourself. If any readers are lucky enough to see it, please bear with me.