C410 A Beautiful and Unreal Dream

April had passed.

The cool air lingered at the top of S City. It rained continuously for a long time, and the streets of the city were wet. The weather was so dark that it was hard to see a single white cloud.

Hee Moxiao started that dream again, repeating it over and over again. She kept dreaming about the girl who sat on the wall alone with an indifferent face