"It does exist, but the price is very high. If we could still live with Ye Qiu and Mom, it would be a dream.
Whenever he thought of those days, Ye Qiu felt a strong longing in his heart. Although it happened just a few months ago, the memories seemed to vanish without a trace.--
Ye Qiu held Dong's body in his arms and then quietly closed his eyes.
"This is not a dream... Ye Qiu will achieve it soon..."
Perhaps after not entering the imaginary world for some time, Ye Qiu's brain felt quite fatigued, and soon a strong drowsiness would come over him.
"Good night, Ye Qiu."
Dong, like a silver bell, gently soothed Ye Qiu's consciousness, which gradually sank into warmth and darkness. It felt like two birds snuggling together, singing their morning song on a white table.
