Private jets fly through the clouds.
Through the transparent glass window, you can see the layers of ups and downs and silently rolling clouds outside the window.
Luna Collins was trapped in a deep dream, with a thin quilt covering her from the waist up. Her fingers gradually lost strength and loosened the book in her hand. The book fell to the ground, and the pages scattered like her long curly hair spread out on the ground.
She heard a noise and her ears moved slightly.
Her feathery eyelashes, dotted with fragmented light, trembled slightly, and then slowly opened a tiny slit. She held the sleepy Juyuan in her arms and said "hmm" softly.
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