Cold War Dream

Suddenly, a few new stars lit up in the quiet and charming night sky. In the blink of an eye, Jack Cricket took the lead in directing this grand party like a conductor. Fireflies danced all over the sky at the right time, lighting up the way for the actors to enter the venue, and also lighting up the blessing of the wind. The dim light just filled the room. Youwei huddled in the shadow of the quilt, secretly looking at the sky full of stars through the gap between the curtains and the window. The pleasant blue and comfortable yellow had the mellowness of a cocktail, slowly brewing. She unconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but she could only withdraw her hand in vain - that was not something she could ask for. Illusive dreams only exist in the castle, and they only belong to the princess, and she can only hide in the darkness, hide her face, abandon her mood, wipe away her tears, and stare coldly. Finally, the sky is far away, and the silence of the night will eventually be broken. When the first ray of morning light surrounds her through the dawn, what will happen to the world? The life wheel of reincarnation has turned with golden light, waiting for the blood to be soaked. With smoke rising, she seemed to hear the sound of swords and guns, the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of blood spurting. She was about to step out, and she knew that the world was gradually fading away, and behind her, the ancient voice seemed to be heard again - thinking about monsters and beasts causing chaos in the world, like a peony in the flowers, floating clouds and dust, only the devil, respect the devil, and become a devil.