Snow Qianhen

Yun Ruoxue looked at him, how could he understand? To her, everything here is both illusory and real, maybe it is just a dream, an extremely real dream, a beautiful dream, a happy dream, a dream that will wake you up, a dream that is too late to say goodbye. She has thought of countless ways to say goodbye, but she does not dare to say it out, for fear that once she says it, she will really say goodbye. If this is just a dream, should she wake up? She wanted to, but she didn't want to. She wanted to just walk away in peace, but she was reluctant to leave. She wanted to fulfill her martial arts dream, but she had unknowingly written herself into the story.