Synopsis

I had a dream.

I dreamt of a chilly winter night.

I dreamt of a pure round moon.

I dreamt of pitch-black deep mountains.

I dreamt of a feast of fresh blood.

A young man stood there.

////This book and story is not mine. The original author name is 如倾如诉. Support the original author. I'm just a translator. Update will be uncertain cuz I got other two book I'm translating. Could be daily, I dunno. I don't own the cover either, just found it on Google. /////