In the middle of the night, the window facing the bed flashed from time to time.

Ping'an lay lifeless on the bed, giving people the illusion that she was terminally ill. Thoughts flew in her head, and fragments after fragments boiled in her mind. Like an old TV that is aging and decaying, it makes a sizzling sound with a click.

The original colorful picture has gradually faded. Only black and white remained, and the wailing that surrounded the soul.

A group of men and women in school uniforms gathered, and the red-faced girls were divided: "I like you... I really like you.."

The sound of not being big or small came into Ping'an's ears, and he unconsciously pricked up his ears to hear more clearly.

"Let's be together!"

A vague and clear face floated in front of Ping'an's eyes, creeping up in horror and disbelief on the delicate face, emitting a rotten smell. Squatted down in prostration, and in the blink of an eye, the boys and girls disappeared.

turned into a huge playground, squatting on the track safely, and the pouring rain smashed densely towards the petite body.

The illusory shadows around them slowly turned into entities, familiar and unfamiliar, young and childish faces. They all ran away to avoid the rain, leaving a lonely figure.

The temperature of her body was lost with the rain, and Ping An couldn't tell if it was her image, a real experience, or a dream. She was like a puppeteer controlled by hand, tugging at the lines hidden in the shadows.

She lost consciousness and lost her memory.

Ping An wanted to open it, to open the book that had been sealed with a red note. Reason resisted her, opening the dusty past. Open up the past that she has forgotten. When his hand touched the book, his fingers burned instantly, and within a few seconds, the fire burned on Ping'an's body.

The burning of the fire, the pain in his heart, Ping An couldn't bear the pain of falling to the ground and shouted: "Water, it hurts, who will save me." ”

There was a sharp moan in his ear, looping: "You deserve it!" Deserved, deserved.."

Despair and darkness envelop the inner world.

It's really tiring to be alive...

People are not like people, but like monsters, with teeth and claws, eager to swallow all the hope in one gulp, leaving only the sorrow of the miasma.

Ping An thought: How good it would be if you died like this, it is more difficult to live than to die, ridiculous.

The dream demon greedily sucked the delicious food on Ping'an's body, and no one noticed the tear stain in the corner of his eye.

The scene keeps changing, as if to experience the suffering of hell on earth. One second is running peace, the next second is on the edge of a cliff. Panic, fear, and despair remind this girl who is only eighteen all the time.

The girl who was supposed to be dreamy and innocent paid for the family's foreign debt early. Anyue's tuition, social pressure.

The skillful smoking technique, the thoughts that do not match the appearance, do not make people want to rub it into the bones and feel distressed.

Presumably dreams reflect reality... Sometimes! Forgetting is happier than remembering, and late love and late justice are sadder than not coming.

Many times because of thinking, we will think day and night, and it is precisely because of thinking that we will be greedy.