Chen Simin had a dream, a long dream

the sky is very clear. Yang Tian leads her hand to walk on a green grassland carefree, playing, singing, dancing. Yang Tian's hand is warm. Chen Simin's little hand is held by him. It's a kind of inclusive feeling, safe and warm.

Chen Simin nestles in Yang Tian's arms happily and talks about his vision for the future. Yang Tian, on the other hand, has a peaceful smile. From time to time, he reaches out his right hand to shave her nose and pinch her face.

at this time, Chen Simin always said, "no, what a beautiful nose! It's scraped and collapsed...