When Lan Wangji woke up, he found the person next to his pillow smelled ambiguous, and his forehead was wrapped around his wrist - but he didn't remember this person at all.
"Brother Lan, you were so vigorous in tossing me last night, why do you want me to learn the family rules today?"
Sixteen-year-old Lan Zhan met the Taoist monk who would stalk him twenty years later.
Thirty command rules, fifty times of family rules, seventeen dead knots, and unsolvable forehead wiping.
Until Wei Wuxian discovered that the incense burner had been burning for too long, and Lan Wangji's soul had already dispersed into dreams.
"You wait for me, and I'll wait for you. This time, I'll look for you instead."
——Searching for the soul in a dream, going through the youth of sixteen years old, the despair of massacre of Xuanwu, the regret of sleepless nights, and the thirteen years of waiting...
In every dream, he finds the person who loves him.
"Who tied that forehead bandage?"
"You."
"Does that make sense?"
"Puzzled."
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Wang Xian | Amnesia Scene | Searching for the Soul in Dreams | Running in both directions | Seventeen dead knots, none of which can be solved
The writing is super delicate