I Gazed Upon Countless Dreams, and My Wife Became Real

When Ke Lan jolted awake from a dream, a nurse who seemed strangely familiar stood before him.

“What was your condition when you were admitted? Dissociative identity disorder? Or delusions?”

“I am an immortal from the age when the Immortal Dao declined, a scholar who has read every treatise on the elixir of immortality and the reincarnation sutras of the Buddha, a machine-intelligence ascendant in the wasteland, and the creator of countless transmigration golden fingers.”

“But earlier, you also said you were an indescribable being beneath the deep sea, and the unifier of planes… Our little psychiatric hospital might not have room for that many people.”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m Ke Liang now, a good person. …By the way, who are you? I didn’t see you on the doctors’ roster.”

“I’m An Xia, your wife. I always have been.”