"This is not like the rest of the world," he said.
He leaned down and smiled, stretched out two fingers and pointed his forehead, "What does that look like?"
He looked at him quietly, his pure black eyes quiet and deep. "Xiang Meng."
"Really?" He looked gently.
"But," he looked at him, his eyes were clean and almost pure. His eyes had always been like this, pure since a long time ago, and he said, "But, I don't want to wake up."
Whether it's a dream or the mortal world, as long as I can be with you, that's fine.