[Sharp-tongued, aloof virtual singer x gentle, by-the-book good girl]
Jian Yan has been dreaming of the same NPC lately. They're always silently sitting in a corner, in dreamscapes that are bizarre and dazzlingly unreal.
Everything changes, except them.
Huh? That's unusual.
Why is she just standing there, staring at him?
One day, the NPC suddenly spoke up. "Stop staring. You're going cross-eyed."
Jian Yan was stunned. "You can talk?"
So the NPC in my dreams is a real, living person?
*
"Do you think we're like in the movie Your Name, living in different times? Maybe in my era, you're already seventy or eighty years old?"
Jian Yan quietly moved farther away. "A romance with someone in their twilight years? No way."
Bo Jian: "..."
PS
No real-life inspirations. The idea came from a dream I had, hahaha.
Just a little sweet story about two people healing each other, a short novel of around 80,000 words.
[Updates whenever inspiration strikes, before 11 p.m. Not abandoned.]
Theme: Walking hand in hand toward a beautiful future.
