Lin Shuang had a dream.
He thought he was probably on the Moon, free from the constraints of gravity, soft and bouncy, very lightweight.
But the view before his eyes was not desolate like the Moon's surface, but covered in colorful flowers as far as the eyes could see.
Lin Shuang jumped into this expanse of multicolored flowers as if to discover their secrets, but the flowers, a bit shy, turned into white clouds in the blink of an eye, bouncing him up with their elasticity.
Such soft and tender clouds.
He fell back down, lying on the fluffy clouds, and took a bite.
It was sweet, with a light milky flavor.
It seemed not to be clouds after all, but cotton candy, milky cotton candy.
The flowers all around had turned into cotton candy, covering him like a blanket.
Lin Shuang was submerged in the soft cotton candy, he gave up struggling and embraced it, nibbling away.
Such a fragrant and soft dream.
