The Great Dream God

Behind those impressive and powerful strengths, there are often bitterness and sufferings that others cannot see.

Those envied "red eyes" are actually soaked with endless sweat and tears. They quietly slide down in the dark night, nourishing the difficult road to becoming strong.

Every glorious victory is built up by countless nameless days and nights. Every moment of raising one’s arms and shouting is accompanied by physical and mental fatigue and struggle.

Such power, though dazzling, is not easily obtained, and its price is a heavy burden that ordinary people cannot bear.

People often envy others' strength, but ignore the efforts behind them. Such strength seems to be desirable, but in fact it is full of bitterness. It is no longer a simple object of envy, but has become a kind of existence that makes people think deeply. Because true strength is not only glory and brilliance, it also includes countless falls and rises, as well as loneliness and tenacity that no one cares about. Such strength, although powerful, is not so easy to make people yearn for.

Ai Li's eyes were firm and cold. She didn't care about all the rumors around her. The only thing she pursued was the supreme power. She firmly believed that only with strong strength could she gain a foothold in this world and make her words have enough weight. Therefore, she ignored the rumors that tried to shake her determination and forged ahead alone in the fog.

At this moment, her target is right in front of her - Meng Jin, the quiet and unaware man. Meng Jin is fully focused, as if the whole world is only him and the challenge in front of him, and he is completely unaware that the pair of eyes behind him, like a tigress, are staring at him closely. Ai Li's steps are steady and powerful, and every step is like beating a war drum, announcing her arrival. She is like a stealth hunter, patiently waiting for the best time to attack, ready to give Meng Jin an unexpected shock. In this silence shrouded in fog, a silent contest is about to unfold, and Ai Li's determination and strength will be revealed in this duel.

In the thick fog, it seemed as if time was quietly stretched out and everything fell into quiet silence.

At this moment, Lisa's figure emerged from the hazy mist. She quietly pulled out the strange flute at her waist. Its simple texture and deep color gleamed in the mist, as if it contained endless stories.

She leaped lightly onto the top of a tall tree, as if blending into the surrounding natural environment, becoming a silent poem in the fog.

As her fingers gently touched the flute holes, melodious flute sounds flowed out like spring water, passing through the sea of ​​fog and breaking the tranquility.

The music was like the whisper of an elf, sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate, like a vivid picture slowly unfolding in the fog.

Every note jumps and dances in the air, interweaving with the mist, bathing the entire forest in this mysterious and beautiful melody.

Lisa's playing is not just music, but also an expression of emotion, a reverence for nature and a love for life.

Her flute sounds like an invisible paintbrush, using the fog as paper and the notes as colors to paint breathtaking pictures, allowing people to feel the rhythm of life and the poetry in the fog in an auditory feast.

The sound of the flute flowed like a gurgling spring, passing through the quiet forest and slowly drifting to Sun Yifang's ears.

The sound was like the sound of nature, gentle and profound, and every note seemed to be telling an endless story.

An obsessed look gradually emerged on Sun Yifang's face, as if he was being drawn by this mysterious melody, his mind was intoxicated by it, unable to extricate himself.

He slowly raised his eyes, staring through the lingering mist at the vague shadows of the trees in front of him.

Under the cover of mist, the tree was left with only a hazy outline, like an embellishment in a light ink landscape painting.

However, in his heart, the tree came alive, because he seemed to see a lively figure there - Lisa.

Lisa, that beautiful and poetic girl, is she standing on the treetop, playing this moving melody on the jade flute in her hand?

The sound of the flute seemed to contain her laughter, her agility, and her innocence.

Sun Yifang closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift with the sound of the flute. He seemed to see Lisa dancing in the wind, her skirt swaying in the wind like a blooming flower.

At this moment, the sound of the flute resonated with his heart, which was his deep longing and endless expectation for Lisa.

Sun Yifang's eyes flickered with a strange light, as if being pulled by some mysterious force. His words flowed out slowly like a dreamlike poem: "I felt that I saw the top of the tree. There was a goddess there. She was not visible to the naked eye, but was hidden in the deepest part of my soul. She is my ideal, my desire, and the untouched pure land in my heart. Her existence, like a star illuminating the night, helped me find the direction in my life journey."

His voice is deep and magnetic, and every word is filled with a yearning for the unknown and a fiery pursuit of ideals. "She is what I really want in my heart, beyond material things and reality. She is the spiritual sustenance and the destination of the soul. Every time I look up, I pursue self-perfection, and every time I pursue, I explore the meaning of life. That tree, that goddess, is the call from the bottom of my heart and my eternal yearning."

Sun Yifang's face was filled with an intoxicated expression, as if he had traveled through reality and found himself in a world where there was only him and the goddess. His eyes were full of determination and persistence, which made people curious and in awe of his world.

Zhang Duanyin stood aside, his eyes as big as bells, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

He had been trying his best to please that man, the Young Master Sun in his mind, but now he saw that man with a confused look on his face and behaving abnormally.

His heart was beating as wildly as a drum, and doubt and anxiety were surging in his mind, as if the whole world was turned upside down at this moment.

"Mr. Sun, what is going on?" Zhang Duanyin's tone was filled with a hint of nervousness and astonishment, and his words revealed his incomprehension of the current situation.

He looked at Master Sun. His eyes, which were usually deep and calm, were now filled with confusion and puzzlement, as if he was lost in an unknown world.

His fingers subconsciously twirled the corner of his clothes, waiting for the other party's answer. The long-standing admiration and dependence in his heart was shaken by the sudden change at this moment.

"What did you see?" he asked again. This question was like a sword hanging over his heart, making him eager to find the answer and solve the mystery before him.

He didn't understand why Young Master Sun suddenly had such a reaction. It all happened too suddenly and caught him off guard.