The sun shone brightly, the flowers bloomed like brocade, and the people around were bustling. Du Yunluo stood by the water, seeing someone walking towards her from afar.
The figure looked somewhat familiar. She widened her eyes to see the person's appearance clearly, but the sunlight stung her eyes.
The person stood in the dazzling sunlight, and although Du Yunluo couldn't see clearly, there was a faint thought in her heart: the person was smiling, their handsome brow relaxed, more brilliant than the summer flowers.
Gathering up her skirt, Du Yunluo stepped forward with effort, but the person stood there motionless as she stumbled and couldn't get closer.
Her steps grew heavy and weak, and Du Yunluo gradually stopped, staring straight at the person, trying to curl her lips into a smile.
She already understood; she was in a dream.
Just like countless times in the past few decades, in the middle of the night, she would wake up from such a dream.
