Over the course of his life. The man of his dreams looks down at him with melancholic joy and softly whispers “San Lang, you came back.”

Finish reading. When he wakes up he’s disoriented because there’s a soft hand brushing through his hair and his head is laid in the lap of someone he vaguely recognizes. As he finally comes to, he realizes that this is the man in his dreams! The one who saves him and the one who he’s learned to love

Became a god thrice and who fell in love with a ghost. HC is intrigued by the story and reads it, following the characters on the bed wherever they go, and soon he finds himself getting tired while laying on the cushions. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but it was somewhere before he could

Bed, it was too beautiful for that, no instead he takes to admiring the craftsmanship of the bed. The love that was poured into it is abundant and the effort spent detailing every little spec of color and beauty. He finds that there is a story etched into the wood. It tells the tale of a prince who

Covers the face with a mask. One day he comes across someone selling a beautiful, hand carved wedding bed from who knows how long ago, and he feels something telling him to get it. He thinks “why not” cause he has money to spare and so he finds himself with a new bed. He decides not to sleep in the

And yet XL stays certain that his San Lang will return.

Meanwhile, in modern times, reincarnated HC keeps having recurring dreams of a beautiful man saving him time and time again, and slowly but surely, he starts to make sculptures of this man, but he can never get the face right so mostly he