Tonight, some people sleep and toss, but some people sleep very sweetly, such as Yan Bai, silently after washing everything and getting into the bed, sleeping very sweetly, waiting for tomorrow's surprise to my brother gradually fermented.

Located somewhere in the capital, Mu Fan's room was lit up, he was wearing pajamas, leaning on the head of the bed, his forehead was densely detailed sweat stains, and his short black hair was also soaked with sweat, he looked at the defective clay sculpture placed on the top of the bedside table, his eyes stayed for a while, he didn't know what he was thinking, he looked away for a long time, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, held the cigarette between his fingers, and lit it......

A faint smoke swirled in the room, Mu Fan squinted his eyes, spit out smoke in his mouth, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to open the curtains, looking at the night outside, it was already midnight, but the city was not dark, but there were many dotted lights that were lit for a long time, forming a beautiful night scene, very beautiful.

The cool breeze outside the window made Mu Fan calm down a little, the sweat stains on his head almost subsided, and the cigarette in his hand burned only the butt of the cigarette, he pressed the cigarette in the ashtray, and then leaned on the handrail of the balcony, looking up at the night sky above.

The night sky is vast, cloudless, only bright stars dotted in the night sky, twinkling and twinkling.

Today, Yan Bai gave him a clay sculpture, and after he came back, he had a dream.

A very strange dream, a dream that he could never forget.

In the dream, he pushed open a white door and walked into it, it was a whole white room, there was no other color in it except white, the pale white tone gave people the feeling of suffocation and depression, this room was extremely empty, only one thing was placed, a huge transparent glass warehouse stood in the most central position, the glass warehouse was connected to the conduit outside, constantly transporting things out, and constantly transporting things in, as if completing a cycle, maintaining something......

The glass compartment was not empty, it contained a pale blue liquid, and a person.

A girl with dark hair reaching to her ankles, she floated like a newborn baby in the pale blue liquid of this glass chamber, her face was holy, her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping, her body was wrapped in white bandages, her body was slender and thin, and her skin was pale as if she had never touched the sun.

The girl seemed to be sleeping very deeply, as if she was having a beautiful dream.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes moved, and her long black hair floated in the pale blue liquid, like a dream, and when the girl was about to open her eyes, Mu Fan woke up.

He couldn't tell if it was disappointment or emotion, but he vaguely remembered that at the last moment of waking up from his dream, an old voice spoke in his ear, full of admiration.

"She's the perfect piece."

After waking up, Mu Fan couldn't sleep at all, everyone can dream, but that dream is too real, it doesn't look like a dream, but like a ...... Have ever experienced it really.

But what Rao thinks, he doesn't remember that he ever had this memory, and he can't remember the appearance of the girl in his dream, obviously he sees it so clearly in his dream.

What I still remember is the long satin black hair......

and the pale, slender body wrapped in white bandages......