My Heart Belongs to You: He Waited a Thousand Years for Me

Lin Wanyin, a restorer of ancient texts, is dragged into a dream by the same man every night.

He pins her to the bed, his eyes blood-red, as if they might drip blood. "Change 'You know not' to 'You already know.' I've waited a thousand years for you."

After waking, her new colleague Gu Yue looks exactly like the man in her dream: gentle, restrained, and distant.

But the poem inscribed on his forearm is fading. As long as the poem remains, he exists. When it's gone, so will he.

Li Bai floats out and sneers, "Either he dies, or you do."

She doesn't know that every time he enters her dream, he's gambling with his life.

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