The pitch-black dust was hidden in the depths of the dream, unwilling to jump out easily, and the more intense darkness flew in and fused with it to create a huge dark tide, the cold air stayed on the black wings of the night and exhaled a series of slightly cool breaths, and the cold air flow made the angels sleeping in their hearts shudder.

With her back against the walls of the prison, her hands flat on her knees, her eyes slightly closed, and occasionally she could see some transparent light gathering and crawling on her eyelashes, she was now immersed in a shallow dream woven by darkness, this dream was the opposite of a rainbow-like dream, she could feel the cold in her body like a snowy winter, and the snowflakes fell on her skin and immediately melted into water droplets.

Jingliana woke up from the love legend of the Hanging Garden, the cold cold light approached her eyes and stopped her meditation, her eyes stayed in the lonely world, but her heart longed for warmth, her moving eyes stared at the depth of the night obsessively, but how could the night understand her sadness, maybe the coldness should have been the mysterious and trembling charm of the night!

At this time, she had no support by her side except for the four walls, she was indeed safe now, but her heart was even more lonely, the fear and loneliness created by the night made her constantly hovering on the edge of death, the black twilight dragged her body closer to the dark place again and again, but she knew that only living by herself was the greatest happiness.

When you have been reduced to a person who no one cares about, you must care about yourself, and only when you find a window to break through the darkness from the comfort of your soul, you will feel that you are not alone, there are thousands of people you know or strangers who care about you.

The pitch-black twilight continued to sink towards the edge of darkness, and the sky and the earth fell into a coldness that had never been seen before, how could such a cold night flash a phantom of light.

Crystal Lena froze her fingers in the cold light of the night, her eyes were condensed with a thick layer of ice, as if the temperature of the world had suddenly dropped to a few degrees below zero, even the sea seemed to stop flowing, she curled up in the corner of the prison, her teeth chattered up and down with the rhythm of her breathing, her lips lost their former ruddyness, as if they had been coated with a layer of gray and white paint, she could hear her heartbeat touching the heartbeat of the night, slowly ascending to a height, and then descending to a trough, so she quietly waited for the blood-red light to drape over her body, illuminating the heart that could no longer be awakenedShe saw a large expanse of transparent warmth begin to surge in front of her eyes, and at this time, she seemed to be sleeping on the water, and the silver light of the waves hitting her cheeks brought her to the ancient and beautiful love legend of the wisteria flower.

There was a beautiful girl who wanted a relationship, so she prayed every day that the old man in red in heaven could be fulfilled, and finally the old man in red was moved by the girl's piety, and said to her in her dream: "When spring comes, in the grove in the back mountain, she will meet a man in white, and that is the love she wants." While waiting, the girl accidentally bit her ankle by a snake in the grass, and her heart couldn't help but feel a trace of pain and fear.

At this moment, the man in white appeared, and he stepped forward and sucked out the poisonous blood from the snake bite on her ankle with his mouth, and the girl fell deeply in love with him from then on.

However, the man in white came from a poor family, and their marriage was opposed by the woman's parents, and finally the two people who loved each other jumped off the cliff and died in love.

A tree grew on the edge of the cliff where they were martyred, and there was a vine wrapped around the tree, and bloomed flower pendants, purple with blue, bright as clouds, and later generations called the flowers that bloomed on the vine as wisteria flowers, wisteria flowers need to be wrapped around the tree to live, and they can't survive alone, so some people say that the girl is the incarnation of wisteria, and the tree is the incarnation of the man in white, and the wisteria is born for love, and dies without love.

The pitch-black twilight with the pitch-black dream pulls people's minds into the dark and dreary abyss, but the day will eventually wake up, the further you move forward, the closer people's consciousness is to the dawn, the blood-red light has not stopped because of the horror of the darkness, and at the end of the light, it is welcoming people's dreams into the next beautiful journey.

Crystal Lena slipped from cold memories into warm dreams, her eyes began to smear with the first silver glitter of the morning, and the temperature of her heart rose from minus a few degrees Celsius to a higher heat, but the moment she actually woke up from the dream, she would see that her soul was as warm as her body, and the sky was as warm as the earth......