Tristan Shen was awakened by a crisp cry. She seemed to have slept till the end of time and had many dreams. The dreams were full of chaos and fragments of them passed by her eyes like shooting stars.
Sometimes she seemed to be falling and suffocating in the waves, and sometimes she seemed to be enduring artillery fire between planets. This dream was extremely chaotic, like various colors splashed together, mixed into grotesque colors.
"Chiu?"
"Shen Rongrong, I've told you so many times not to dance on my chest." Tristan Shen picked up the fat bird that was making trouble and held it upside down by its claws.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The little fat bird chirped in dissatisfaction. As soon as Tristan Shen let go of it, it rolled a few times like a ball.
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