After accidentally meeting the mysterious man I fell in love with at first sight, I started dreaming every day, but unfortunately… not those spring dreams.
They didn’t even have anything to do with romance, love, or girlish feelings.
The scenes I dreamed of were fragmented and chaotic. Sometimes there were flying bullets and artillery fire, and the huge explosions could directly shake me awake from my dream. Sometimes it was very peaceful, and a woman was humming a children's song I had never heard before in weather as sultry as the summer in this mountain city. Sometimes it felt like I had returned to the battlefield of the Cold Weapon era. In the dream, I became a black-armored general with a blurry face, carrying a heavy sword, licking the hot blood of the enemy from my lips on the cold battlefield.