The worlds of dreams are connected, and so he fell into an illusory dream.
"This is incredible..." To touch each other, to hear each other breathe, had always seemed utterly impossible to him.
A breeze brushed across the face of the night version of Nura Rikuo. His gentle tone sounded almost like a sigh of admiration as he handed the Yamikirimaru to himself.
"Like that cherry tree, Rikuo. Being able to experience all this now, there's no word for it but a miracle."
Abe no Seimei waved his fan. His figure was refined and noble, but he reminded Rikuo of Hidemoto. Foxes stick together, and so do onmyoji.
"Even so, isn't this a rare opportunity?"
The cherry blossoms in the dream bloomed in every season, but dreams must eventually end. Rikuo looked at the person beside him. His night self had already closed his eyes without hesitation, the shifting patches of light between his closed lashes casting a starry sky.
Ah, it's finally ending, he realized.
And so Rikuo smiled, just a little. When he woke up tomorrow morning, he would have to think of a suitable excuse that didn't sound clumsy before Mom Wakana or Tsurara stepped into the room.
"What a beautiful dream."
He drifted off to sleep.
Yes, yes, ladies generally don't like to push for updates, so they don't.
It's true, it's true(//∇//)
Maybe everyone who eats food is a Buddha wwwwwwwwwww
It's such a good time to lie down and eat food [Cripple Paralysis]
It's really beautiful! I'm really looking forward to the follow-up!
Look, what did I catch?
Emmmm... Come to think of it, is it my imagination? I always feel that every Lu Sheng in the author's works is either overturning or on the road to overturning →_→
Come on! (???_??)?