Chapter 474 Illusions can be so real

On a night in the middle of summer, Lu Xiaoxian was walking alone on the beach, and the magnificent evening sunlight spread across the sky, coloring all the silver sandy beaches into a light red. She sat with her shoes on the ground, hugged her knees, and watched the waves coming up one after another on the beach. Suddenly a poem came to mind: the waves beat the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.