The glimmer of the morning shines through the window lattice to drive away half of the darkness of the room, but it is so cold, so cold. Mo Lan seemed to be able to see that in that intertwined mist, there were unknown elements wandering wantonly, revealing a faint loneliness. She couldn't figure out where that loneliness came from. Maybe it's because this place is so quiet, so quiet that it can be scary.

It was a morning, but I could only hear the north wind howling outside the door. but the morning when they could not discern the human voice. There is no hustle and bustle that should belong to this hour, and there is no hustle and bustle that best matches this hour.

It is conceivable that the roads of the palace are full of calm little maids, with cold and indifferent expressions, unhurriedly handling their own affairs. They may be very loyal and capable, or they may have the consciousness to do their duty well, and they don't ask too much, don't say much, and don't do much about other things. It's just that such a sensible subordinate seems to have lost something important, which is inexplicably regrettable.

Did they spontaneously merge into this desolate world, or did this cold palace devour them mercilessly?

Either way, the result is a bit poignant.

Mo Lan sighed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, revealing only half of her face. A pair of slightly squinted eyes seemed to bring the apprehension of the first awakening, and looked at all the cold furnishings in the room in a bit of confusion, as well as the fine dust particles fluttering in the air. It's just that she knows that her heart is sober.

Last night, she had a dream. I dreamed that I was back in the 21st century, shuttling through the world of the bright world with Xi Feng and Ah Zi, they were like a happy wind, they could wander around every corner of the crowd as they wanted, but they would never be bound by others, and life was a casual taste in freedom.

The short dreams were like a movie, and the clips filtered everything about her, including love. At the beginning, she and Xi Feng's love also wandered, but she was used to seeing too many wind and waves, and suddenly turned back and found that the original dock was the other side that she wanted to struggle to reach, so love and love happened naturally and grew.

Love is sometimes like a natural rain, there is no lingering sorrow in the drizzle, there is no thrilling storm, but some are tacit understanding and warmth that will make people feel at ease, which is a kind of reality that people like them crave.

The camera jumps quickly to a wedding, the wedding that belongs to her and Xi Feng. She stepped out of the room with the most beautiful smile and walked out under the guidance of the bridesmaids. Next to the limousine, the handsome Xi Feng was looking at her with a happy smile, but her face suddenly changed when she walked to him. He pointed at her with a frightened expression and asked, "Who are you?" Who are you!? She turned her head in confusion and saw a strange but familiar face in the reflection of the car window—it was the ancient book ink blue.

So, the dream woke up all at once.

A moment ago, dreams were warm. The next moment, I was stung by reality.

After waking up, she suddenly remembered a poem: "I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy for a while." And then, just curled up in a daze, forgetting the passage of time. The tranquility hidden in the shadows has an indescribable sadness.