It's a cold dream.

The modern woman designer worked late at night, and the computer suddenly blacked her, and she woke up in the garden of the ancient wind, and the man in the suit stood in front of her, and she was wearing a modern short dress, and the clothes were not in line with the old wind robe, but he pulled her close to her side, and he had his long fingers to fix her collar, and the night wind blew her hair, and he was whispering, and she was breathing near her ear, and she wanted to step back, and she had his hands shrunk, and the candles swung, and the atmosphere between his eyes and his eyes got out of control, and he quickly pulled her to the back of her chest, and in the dark, she heard her heart beat, and her pillows cooled, and she was like, and she was like,