Long Qian's Old Dream

On the day they broke up, Yin Yuan said harshly, "We will never see each other again." As a result, the next winter, he turned into a black dragon and entrenched himself in my living room, and confidently asked to hibernate. "The tradition of the Dragon Clan," he blinked with his huge golden vertical pupils, "is to sleep in the territory of the person you love." I pointed at the door and sneered: "That's not what you said back then." Later, on the night of the thunderstorm, he fell back to my balcony covered in blood, clutching a faded movie ticket stub in his claws—— That was the first and last movie we ever saw. When I opened my eyes again, I traveled to a different world where the Dragon Clan was respected, and became a low-level human being struggling to survive. And the stern Dragon Lord who spent a lot of money to buy me at the auction house has a face exactly like Yin Yuan. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with dark gold, but only strangeness and scrutiny remained. "I seem to have forgotten someone." His fingertips brushed across the side of my neck, causing a shiver. "A human being." "You... Smell of her."