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It was an endless field of dandelions, and a girl in a white dress stood on the hillside. When the breeze blew, the white dandelions flew all over the sky, rolling up her pure white skirt, floating up and down gently in the air.
On the girl's head was a wide-brimmed straw hat decorated with purple lavender.
She had fair skin and a delicate face, so fragile that it looked like it would break at the slightest touch.
There was a young man, wearing a gray-black tuxedo, with a gentle aristocratic smile on his handsome face.
He walked slowly, and even the wind seemed gentler. There was not a single cloud in the clear blue sky, clean and peaceful.
He knelt on one knee one meter away from the girl, carefully took her slender hand, put it to his mouth and touched it gently, then said slowly in a voice as soft as cotton candy: "Princess, I'm here to take you home!"
She seemed to be bewitched and let him hold her hand and walk forward.
I didn’t know how long I walked, it seemed as if this dandelion field had no end.
"Um……"
The girl tilted her head and looked at the boy walking beside her, as if she wanted to say something.
However, a gust of wind blew, and the dandelions flew, blurring her vision.
She rubbed her eyes subconsciously , and then the world began to spin. The dandelion field disappeared, and the boy who was as gentle as a prince was also gone.
…
I had this dream again.
Bai Xiaodie lay on the bed, looking at the pure white ceiling above her head with a dazed look.
The morning sun shone in and fell on her face, feeling warm.
She couldn't quite remember the first time she had such a beautiful and unreal dream. But every time she was about to forget it, this dream would appear again inadvertently, stubbornly refusing to let her forget it.
She was actually very conflicted and didn't want to continue dreaming like this and deceiving herself, because she was completely the opposite of the girl in her dream in reality. Not to mention a princess, she was not cute at all, and there would never be a beautiful boy like a prince to hold her hand.
She didn't even have a single friend growing up.
Like an ugly duckling among white swans, she is always looked at strangely.
But she also longed for such a dream, because that was... the only moment when she could be as beautiful as a princess.
She glanced at the desk calendar on the bedside table. Today's date was circled in marker, with a note written in very small letters on it: Xiaodie's birthday.
Fifteenth birthday.
She had such a dream probably because her mother told her last night that she would buy the white princess dress that Xiaodie liked very much and give it to her as a birthday present, so that she could be a real princess on her birthday.
So she had such a dream. In the dream, she put on the pure white princess dress and greeted the sunrise of her fifteenth birthday with such a beautiful and warm dream.
Today, I will definitely be very happy!
she thinks.
