"Who are you?" the girl looked warily at the figure standing in the dark.

The man twisted his head slightly, then turned slowly. In the darkness, the girl could not judge the gender of the person just by that figure, let alone see the person's appearance.

"Who am I, you ask?"

The voice was so soft that it made the girl feel like the sun blowing in the wind in early autumn. But what the girl didn't realize was that the gentle and imperceptible temptation made her already conscious head more and more drowsy.

The girl asked, "I, then, who am I?"

Before he could finish speaking, the figure brushed his clothes away.

The girl wanted to chase after her, but strangely, her hands and feet suddenly seemed to be tied and she couldn't move. But I could see clearly that the evening breeze was blowing the man's clothes, making the figure look as if it was walking against the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the man was gone.

The girl subconsciously looked up at the sky. The sky full of stars, like a river of light, not only shines, but also seems to be bubbling. It's immersive, it's like a dream. She felt that she was on the edge of this river of streamers, and her outstretched hands could hold the water of the galaxy.

Such thoughts drove her to reach out. She watched as her fingers slowly stretched out, approaching. Go a little further and your fingertips will touch.

Whew-

The streamer instantly turned into a black shadow, fast and incoherent. The girl felt that her eyes were dark, and a powerful force oppressed her and knocked her down.

The girl screamed, and she was obviously on her knees, but she felt like she was sitting up with a whirl.

Dream?

The girl blinked vigorously, her vision blurred, and then a faint orange red.

The first thing she saw was not the ceiling, let alone her very gaudy death Barbie pink quilt. It was a strange sentence written in traditional characters, glowing, eye-catching, and disappearing in one fell swoop.

She rubbed her eyes and wondered, "This ...... Or is it a dream?a dream within a dream?", and his mind was already on that sentence.

Kurong asked the deer, and the wine was sacrificed into the ruins. ”

"What the hell does this mean?"

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