Cynic

"Wan'er, why aren't you awake yet?" "Wan'er, do you know how long you have been asleep?" "Wan'er, wake up quickly." … Who is calling me? Who is it? A pair of clear autumn eyes suddenly opened. On the bed, layers of pink gauze curtains were rolled up into a spherical shape and bundled high on the top. Thousands of pink crystal tassels floated down against the gauze curtains, looking beautiful and magnificent, like a rose in bud. The breeze blew, the tassels rippled, the gauze curtains fluttered, the fragrance of flowers was refreshing, and a human figure stood up. Where is this...