I had a dream when I was in my third year of high school. In the dream, there was a young man in white. He was very good-looking, but strangely he kept asking me if I really didn't remember him. I said of course. After hearing this, he began to beg me to remember him, saying that he had to lose his soul in order for me to see him again in the dream of this life. If I didn't want to remember him, he would be really miserable, miserable and sad.
Concept: love story