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Wyn has never enjoyed the smell of a clinic. He hates the smells of sickness and drugs, of tears and sad people. He hates the smell of psychiatry clinics despite it not being a medical clinic. He hates the smell of disinfectant and alcohol rubs, and he especially hates the smell of the clean, white robes that doctors always wear. It is a pet peeve of Wyn's that he can't quite explain. He simply hates it.
It was the smell of disinfectant that greeted him when he stepped into the psychiatry clinic with Robin. He scrunched up his nose in irritation at the smell as his psychiatrist greeted him with a smile.
"Look who it is," Eve grinned as Wyn and Robin entered her office. "I haven't seen you in a while, Wyn."
Eve is an older woman. Her dark brown hair that is always tied up in a ponytail matches her round and brown spectacles that perches on the tip of her nose. Her big, blue eyes are soft and kind, allowing her patients to feel comfortable and relaxed in her presence. Wyn, however, is not one of those patients.
He hates being treated. He hates discussing his depression with anyone and he hates the hypnotism that Eve puts him under, but today, Wyn has no choice but to go along with it. Though he had lost his inspiration to continue his web comic series, he still cared about the stories that he had written and drawn. They were the result of years of painstaking effort, and Wyn could throw everything away, his fame, his fortune and his relationships, but not his stories. It is the one thing in the world he cares about. Fairytale Town belongs to him, and the last thing he would want is to have his copyright snatched away.
Wyn moved to the soft, white leather massage chair in Eve's office, settled down and closed his eyes without a word.
"Excuse him," Robin said. "He has no manners."
"It's okay," Eve nodded her head. "What matters is you're here now," she looked at Wyn.
She obtained a notepad and a pen from her office table and proceeded to take a seat on the marble chair next to the massage chair. As Eve scribbled something on her notepad, Robin took a seat at the white leather couch at the side of the office.
"Tell me, Wyn, how are you feeling?" Eve asked gently.
"Annoyed."
"I can tell you're pretty tense," Eve lowered her voice into a soothing whisper. "Now, before we begin the hypnosis, let your mind relax. Don't think about anything at all. Focus on my voice…"
Though Wyn hated visiting the psychiatrist, it would be a lie to say that Eve's tender voice did not soothe him. He liked her light, pleasant voice, but hated the fact that he had to share his personal stories and dreams with a stranger he did not trust.
"Now, as you listen to my voice, you're going to fall into a deep slumber…"
As Eve hypnotised him, Wyn's mind travelled away to a faraway land. In an instant, the idyllic island that always appeared in Wyn's dreams appeared in his mind. He could see the blue, crashing waves, the golden brown sand and the big, willow trees. He could see the colourful shophouses, the glittering blue dust in the air and the magnificent castle above the clouds. These images were all too familiar to him. They appeared in his dreams at random and have been for as long as he could remember. The island would appear in his dreams with several blurred figures. There would always be two girls and one man. Sometimes, there would also be an old man in his dreams. However, he could only see their faint silhouettes in his dreams, and no matter the amount of hypnotism that he underwent, he could never see the faces of the people in his dreams. On some days, the dreams of the island would be pleasant and happy. On other days, the dreams of the island would be dark and scary. The dreams would repeat at random. Sometimes, the dreams would recur for days or weeks. Sometimes, new dreams in the same island with the same people but in a different context would come to him.
Wyn have always wondered what this island and the people in his dreams mean to him.
He does not know why these dreams constantly come to him. For a period of time, Wyn was determined to discover the meaning behind his dreams for it was not normal. But after a while of searching and discovering nothing useful that could point to why he was having these strange dreams, he gave up. Even Eve, his psychiatrist that the company had hired for him, could not get to the bottom of these odd dreams. The only thing she could do is to help Wyn remember his dreams vividly through hypnotism.
"What do you see, Wyn?"
"I see…" Wyn found himself in a pub in the island. It was a lively pub with a huge crowd who appeared to be celebrating something. "I see a pub. I see drinks."
In Eve's office, Robin scoffed. "The guy is thinking about drinks even in his dreams. How fitting."
Eve shushed Robin with a frown before focusing her attention back on Wyn. "What is happening in the pub? What are you doing there?"
"I have a drink in my hands," Wyn depicted what he saw. "There are three people seated with me…" Wyn recognised them as the two girls and one man who always appeared in his dreams. "I think…I think I'm happy."
Wyn's brows furrowed as the dream continued in his mind. This particular dream was a cheerful one. The people in his dream chatted, smiled and laughed at each other. Suddenly, a beer mug fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The dream changed. Darkness enveloped him. The atmosphere was now tense and scary. Wyn was confused. He saw a blur of different people and situations in front of him. He could not make out what it was, but he knew the dream was no longer happy.
Gone were the smiles and laughter. Tears, screams and shouts pierced through his ear. A throbbing pain made its way into Wyn's mind and he popped his eyes open…
Wyn's body ached terribly. As he slowly regained his consciousness and the feeling in his limbs, he could feel thick, grainy sand against his bare skin and sharp, spiky objects poking at his back. The sound of tranquil waves and seagulls screeching reached his ears as his eyes fluttered open steadily. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the outline of the azure sky, the fluffy white clouds, and the shrieking seagulls above him. He pulled himself up slowly, using any energy he had left in him to bring himself forward.
He rubbed his eyes, but his vision was hazy. Even so, he could see the pale blur of cascading waves crashing to shore in front of him. He realised he was at a beach, and all of a sudden, the memories of the previous night returned to him. He remembered how he stole the tickets to the Promised Land. He recalled his enthusiasm and excitement of leaving Springton, only for his hopes and dreams to be crushed in the terrifying moment when he was thrown overboard into the deep, dark ocean. As his eyes travelled across the hazy beach, he wondered where he was and how he survived. Before he could figure out an answer to his queries, his eyes landed on a faint silhouette of a girl. Several feet away from where he sat, he could make out a hazy figure of a girl with long, wavy black hair who was tending to a warm fire that Wyn did not realise was near him until he saw it.
The girl turned around promptly at Wyn's gaze, as if she knew that he was staring at her. Wyn watched with blurred vision as the girl approached him. His cloudy eyesight prevented him from recognising her features, but he could hear her voice.
"You're awake," the girl's voice was soft and gentle. She crouched down to meet
Wyn's eye-level. "How are you feeling?"
Wyn stared at the girl. As he opened his mouth, ready to speak, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head. His eyes shut in pain and he squeezed his head with his right hand tightly, desperately trying to stop the discomfort in his head.
"Are you alright? What's happening?"
The girl's kind voice was the last thing Wyn heard before he felt his mind go blank. In an instant, his hand dropped to his side and his back fell towards the sand and the tiny rocks behind him with a light thud. Once again, he slipped into unconsciousness, leaving the mysterious girl crouching over his body…

A deadly shipwreck strands a young man, Wyn, on a mysterious island named Alleria. Saved by a witch and his young apprentice, Wyn begins to uncover the magic and secrets behind the mystical island as evil threatens its existence.

In my dreams I see him..
I see him every night I close my eyes..

In my dreams I see him standing in my door way..
Standing there with a red rose in his hands..

In my dreams I see myself in a white lace dress..
In my dreams I see him coming closer and closer..

Until he Reaches my face and starts caressing my face..
and leans in and u start to...  

As we were about to kiss I wake up..
I wonder..
*who is this guy in my dreams*

LOVE..
isn't a word that should be described,
it's a word that should be felt...

I was been so happy to see him alot. My love one always be the best one for me. I always do anything for him and its hopes and dreams. But there something up with my love one and he does not feel right at all. He looks very sick and I don't know why he is sick. Is it because he has cat tail and ears. Probably he can't stop cumming alot I do not even know. But what make him sick. Could it be his home world. I do get it I think he only need is to get home to his home world. If he goes home I won't see him again. Because I only see him on my dreams. I wonder why my dreams is just a black background in my head. I think only way to tell him to say goodbye. When I approached to my love one and I said I think we need to talk. My love one is thinking strangely and said go on. So I said you need to go back home to your home world. My love one said why. Then my love one threw up and I said your are sick we still meet each other in dreams. My love one feels upset and said okay I'll go home. Then later that night I was upset and start missing him. I only want is to make him feel better. Then at my dreams I see him. We playing together and alot. That's why we have good dreams and bad dreams. Thing can't be real that's why love is real things aswell. So they are happily ever after. The end.

It's about you having sex with transgender neko in bed with you that have a dick that grows back while it was chopped off. You made that love one in your dream. Read this story and more story lines will be coming.

Caccha Wanted to see Isabelle badly. for the past month, he has been doing nothing but training, and so he took the day off to go see the love of his life.
Isabelle was also doing training. So she was happy to see Caccha after a long three months.

Caccha: Isabelle! How are you!
Isabelle: Caccha! it's nice to see you!
{The two hugged for a few seconds, before Isabelle grabbed Caccha by the hand, and brought him to her room to chat. once in the room, Caccha plopped onto her bed, followed by Isabelle doing the same}
Caccha: It seems you haven't changed Isabelle
Isabelle: Speak for yourself caccha. the first thing you do is ruin my bed the minute you come in.
Caccha: Not true!
Isabelle: So, have your weird dreams gotten any weirder?
Caccha: Yea... they are getting very weird..
Isabelle: Tell me!
Caccha: Well, for starters, it seems the person I've been dreaming about is a very bad person. constantly being chased and beaten up. it's very odd as to why. sometimes I get little hints about who he is. but lately, it seems he is being known as a "Child rapist" Whatever that means..."
Isabelle: It seems that he isn't from our world. mabey somebody from a different planet?
Caccha: Who really knows. it seems nobody from my dreams can use magic. in my dreams, the idea of magic is widely seen in things called Anime and comics. it seems nobody can actually use it.
Isabelle: That must suck....
Caccha: But they have things like guns and tasers, and there weapons nobody in our world ever knew of! it's amazing how alike yet different my dreams are from reality.
Isabelle: Did your parents make you go to a therapist yet?
Caccha: Nope. because I never told them about it. I don't need them to now. i want to know a lot about my dream world before I tell them. so until then, I will only tell you.
Isabelle: Hmm, I've heard stories of dreams like that meaning indications of mabey a past life? life before the one your currently in?
Caccha: So you think I'm not from this world?
Isabelle: No, you obviously are, I'm saying you might not be fully you caccha. you may be part of this Shinko person.
Caccha: I honestly wish I knew somebody with dreams like mine...
Isabelle: If I had dreams like yours, things would be easier...
{they both stop talking about Caccha dreams and instead decide to talk about how training was going and how their kingdoms are.}
Caccha: Oh yea, I remember something that happened about three months ago.
Isabelle: What is it?
Caccha: Apparently, my father was talking to misho about people called teleporters.
Isabelle: Hmm. I've heard rumors that there bad people...
Caccha: Have you met one?
Isabelle: No. but I don't want to. apparently they are people who only like destruction...
Caccha: But we don't know that! they could be good! 
Isabelle: I know, I'm just saying. my mom said to run if I ever see one....
Caccha: Hmm... i might dive into the mystery of teleporters... Why there so hated....
Isabelle: Who knows? Mabey its false rumors, but mom got me to belive them...
Caccha: Well... i have to go soon. it was nice seeing you...
Isabelle: Yea... nice seeing you to Caccha.
{As caccha left, he had one thought in mind. FInding a way to show isabelle a teleporter. then, to ask her to marry him.}

The world is diverese. people of diffrent racses religion, and magic abilites. Most people are born with magic, others are born with nothing. Spells are like living cratures. some have lifepans. some longer than others. as new spells are made, others are removed. it is a world in which anything can happpen, and just about everything does.

I left my everything for you
Oh my dreams when I will achieve you

I worked very hard for you
Oh my dreams how I can see you

I am running many miles for you
OhMOh dreams why don't I meet you

I think a lot about you
Oh my dreams how will I welcome you

I cry everyday for you
Oh My dreams why are you not with me

I left my everything for you
Oh! My Dreams when I will achieve you

Not only me everybody around me want to see you
Oh! My dreams how look have you?

My nights are yours
My days are yours
My feelings are yours
My heart is yours
Oh my dream I am yours

I don't have dreams like normal people. There's always something in them, not necessarily human nor creature like that is neither frightening nor out of place in the normal way. It's not the dreams are terrifying with monsters in creatures abnormal in them, but they're just different.
I suppose that it starts with the fact that I never see anyone's face in my dreams. Although I am perfectly aware they have faces, the people in my dreams are faceless. The place where any expression should be is blurred or scratched out. I wonder how this shows my outlook on others. My therapist would say it's social anxiety, my mother would say it's lack of imagination.
The only other commonality in my dreams is the butterflies. Although it's rare I see more than one, I always see a butterfly in my dreams. But the thing about these butterflies is that they're never colorful. They are very much like normal butterflies, deprived of any patterns or colors on their wings, they are merely black and white.
Void of any ornate beauty that a butterfly possesses that we are so knowledgeable of, the butterflies in my dreams are simple. I vaguely remember learning in the seventh grade science class that butterflies can't see their wings. No matter how hard they look they would not be able to see their own beauty.
I wonder then, and I still do now, if that is a metaphor for life. Perhaps saying that the butterfly couldn't see you some wings so I did not know its own beauty was like telling you not to judge yourself on what you see. Even if you look into a mirror you're only seeing the opposite version of you, the flipped one from another world.
So even though butterflies, in their great beauty are ignorant, they still possess an innocent appearance. It confuses me, bewilders the mind. How can something with the wings made of many patterns, colors, shapes and sizes be something so rare and beautiful?
What does this butterfly think of itself if it cannot see its own wings?
I'm probably asking the wrong question here. I shouldn't ponder too much on a dream. I don't believe those ideas of psychological value that we manifest in our dreams. Because if we are truly manifesting our dreams, why am I manifesting a butterfly?
I could dive into it, but let's be honest I'm too lazy to do that.
"That's right you are."
I open my eyes, looking over at the man who's leaning above me. I know who it is immediately by his smug smile.
He looks mostly the same, despite the change in his outfit. Now he is wearing a red cloak with golden patterns on the edges. His long black hair is down, some of it on me. Besides the cloak, which reminds me of something a wizard would wear, he is dressed all in black. He looks nothing like a devil, or at least what my mind would imagine him as when I'm not feeling lonely and have access to the internet.
"I knew that voice putting me to sleep sounded familiar. It was too sleazy for it to be anyone else."
"Wow! Hittin' me where it hurts, not very nice."
"Good, I wasn't trying to be nice to you."
"That's not what you say to the person who saved you."
"Well you wouldn't have done it unless there was something in it for you. I know you're the type of person who is driven by personal profit."
"Well, you got me in a corner Evan."
"It's Anya now," I grunt.
"I'll still call you Evan if you don't mind."
"I don't," I let myself smile a bit.
"So how'd you sleep?"
"It was–hey! Are you trying to get me off course from the previous topic? What are you trying to hide, Devil?"
"A lot. Also I would prefer if you didn't call me 'Devil'."
"Then what would you prefer?"
"Marcus."
I break out into laughter.
"Marcus! Your name is Marcus?"
"Yes, what's so funny about that?"
"The dude who was my nurse at the hospital was named Marcus. I honestly didn't expect you to be named that. I thought it'd be something foreign and fancy or like a number."
"You read way too many novels."
"What can I say, I was bored."
"How has it been so far?"
The tone of his voice shifts as does the mood in the room. His body language is stiff and almost tense, as if he is waiting for something bad. I sit up.
"Okay."
"Just okay?"
"Yeah, not great, not terrible. I guess that I'm just confused and lonely. Probably a little overwhelmed as well."
"I suppose I can understand that."
"Yeah," I lean my head down, avoiding his eyes.
"Hey," he grabs onto my chin, pulling my head to face him. "You know that I'm omnipotent right? I see and know everything."
"I know."
"Then will you please tell me how you're feeling, that's the one thing I can't just know."
"I'm confused," I brush away his hand. 
"Well I'm sorry but the terms of our contract mean that I can't explain most of this to you until you figure it out on your own. Then I can fill in the gaps, but not until then. Or at least once you fall in love."
"Ha!" I scoff. It seems somewhat ridiculous that I agreed to that condition. "So how long do I have until I lose a sense?"
"Two years. Don't worry about it."
"You're cute, 'don't worry'. How can I not?"
"Well you did the right thing by breaking it off with the prince. Playboys are jackasses and rarely ever do they revert from their rude behavior."
"Yeah."
We sit in sullen silence, the air filled with the awkwardness between contractor and I. The light from the windows tell me that it is early morning. Not as early as last time, but it's clear that at least a day has passed. I wonder if I'll be able to cut my hair...
"That song...where did you learn it?"
"What song–ah, the one I played on the piano?"
"Yes, it was rather beautiful."
"Well I am a pianist...but since you're wondering..."

Evan Myers, a well known pianist who’s just 24 years old. After her career finally got to its peak, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. When she’d lost hope and given up ever, someone appeared with a way for her to live again.

Devil, a cunning man from another world, offered her a deal. “Fall in love and have them love you in return, and for every two years you fail I will take away one of your senses.”

Now in another world, she must live as Anastasia Breslyn and find love or become a senseless shell of a person.



Hailey’s POV 

I dialed his number. I remember his number from the heart. 

“Hello?” Alex’s voice came. 

Listening to his voice, tears came to my eyes. 

“A-Alex,” I said. 

I heard pages rustle and then I heard his grasping some air. 

“H-Hailey? Is that you!?” 

“Y-Yes Alex,” I said. 

“Oh god, are you okay!?” 

“Yes, I am,” I said. “How are you? And mom?” 

“We’re good, Hailey... b-but you? Where are you!? When are you coming back?” 

“I-I can’t come back, but I am good Alex,” I said. I heard him sighing. 

“Does he hurt you?” he asked. 

“No” I replied. 

“You sure? You seem like you’ve been crying” 

“Yes... I-I just got emotional hearing your voice. I miss you Alex” I confessed. 

“I miss you too sis,” he said. “so. you aren’t coming?” 

“No… I am sorry Alex” 

“Don’t be” he said. “One day you will get out of that devil’s--” 

“He’s not a devil!” I said. “He is just… hurt” 

“Hailey. Mom always taught us to see good in others. But not when… he- well, he destroyed you!” 

“Believe in me, I will make everything fine,” I said. 

“I do,” he said. 

“Bye Alex” 

“Wait. When will you call again?” he asked. 

“If everything is fine, then soon” 

“Okay, I will wait desperately, sis” 

“Don’t try to find me please Alex. I am safe and will return if everything turns out fine” 

“IF? There is no if, Hailey! You have to!” 

“Y-Yeah. Bye!” 

“Bye” 

I lowered the phone as tears fell from my eyes. This is so beautiful, talking with him after so much time. I can’t believe he let me do this. I think we will soon be good. 

I made the dinner after that and did exactly what I always do, made the best I can. I took the dishes and then arranged them on the dining table while he was working on his laptop again. 

After serving all dishes, I thought to talk to him. 

“R-Robert,” I said. 

He looked at me and then at dinner. He smiled. 

“Here’s your phone,” I said and handed him the phone. He looked at the phone and then at me. He looked quite shocked. 

“Did you have a good talk?” He asked shaking off the expression. 

“Y-Yeah, kind of... I-I mean it was... uh... emotional” 

He nodded and then made me sit next to him. Again, those memories. Why is it the same case with everything? 

He looked at me and saw the fear in my eyes. 

“I usually love to see the fear in other’s eyes,” he said. “But I don’t like it right now” 

I lowered my head and nodded. 

“I mean don’t be scared” 

I looked at him and smiled. 

He can change in the blink of an eye, right? 

 I just can’t believe that he was the one who did that to me that day. 

Then we had the most peaceful dinner I ever had with him. We went to the bed and laid down. 

“Night,” he said. 

“Good night” I replied. 

Doesn’t it look like a perfect dream? 

 I mean, is it possible that in real-life, someone can change so much? 

‘But he hasn’t changed. You said that you are removing his mask, dumbo!’ my subconsciousness said. 

‘Shut up’ I said. 

She speaks too much at times. 

I closed my eyes and a song started playing in my mind. 

“I close my eyes and I can see 

 The world that's waiting up for me 

 That I call my own 

 Through the dark, through the door 

 Through where no one's been before 

 But it feels like home 

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy 

 They can say, they can say I've lost my mind 

 I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy 

 We can live in a world that we design 

'Cause every night I lie in bed 

 The brightest colors fill my head 

 A million dreams are keeping me awake 

 I think of what the world could be 

 A vision of the one I see 

 A million dreams is all it's gonna take 

 A million dreams for the world we're gonna make 

There's a house we can build 

 Every room inside is filled 

 With things from far away 

 The special things I compile 

 Each one there to make you smile 

 On a rainy day 

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy 

 They can say, they can say we've lost our minds 

 I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy 

 Runaway to a world that we design 

Every night I lie in bed 

 The brightest colors fill my head 

 A million dreams are keeping me awake 

 I think of what the world could be 

 A vision of the one I see 

 A million dreams is all it's gonna take 

 A million dreams for the world we're gonna make 

However big, however small 

 Let me be part of it all 

 Share your dreams with me 

 You may be right, you may be wrong 

 But say that you'll bring me along 

 To the world you see 

 To the world I close my eyes to see 

 I close my eyes to see 

Every night I lie in bed 

 The brightest colors fill my head 

 A million dreams are keeping me awake 

 A million dreams, a million dreams 

 I think of what the world could be 

 A vision of the one I see 

 A million dreams is all it's gonna take 

 A million dreams for the world we're gonna make 

For the world we're gonna make” 

 

It is crazy how it fits just the situation I am in, right? 

I mean, anyone would literally call me crazy if I tell them that I am healing him. 

 

“You look beautiful when you smile” I heard a voice. I opened my eyes and I noticed the song wasn’t in my mind, but it was being played on his phone. 

“You also think it’s crazy right?” he asked. 

“What?” I asked him. 

“Helping me” 

“Nope,” I said. “I think that people will say that. But as the song says, I don’t care” 

He smiled. “You are different… much different” 

I smiled back, not knowing what he meant by ‘different’. 

 

I closed my eyes again and this time, I fell asleep. 

Robert’s POV 

[flashback] 

“…. set them free” Hailey completed her sentence. 

That time, I felt something. She was... absolutely correct. It is true, I-I am scared of my demons. 

And that is why I want to hurt her… 

Or I am bound to hurt her. 

 And the fact that she understands me, the way no one ever did, that is... that just makes her special. 

I saw hurt in her eyes once again. I can let her talk to Alex, it would not hurt. 

So, I gave her my phone and she smiled. She was beyond shocked and I liked that expression. 

She was impressed… maybe just by herself. 

That look showed that she felt as if she just had a small victory. 

The same she had when she told me about the negotiation. 

 

I-I was not knowing why she went there. 

I should have let her explain. 

 

Anyway, when she came back and gave me my phone back, I was kind of shocked. I thought she would have kept it or would not return it. But she was trustworthy… at least this time. 

 

Her food is very delicious, as always. But words of praise have never left my mouth. 

As we laid on the bed, I saw her. How she must be feeling. 

This is the first time I was thinking about how others must be feeling. 

 

I played the song I thought would match her conditions. She smiled after the song was completed. 

She looks beautiful when she smiles… and I spoke it by mistake. 

I was happy she didn’t reply or react to it. 

 

I slept after that. 

 I decided to not go to MO that night. I told Max to handle it. 

Yeah, MAX. I don’t care about anything; he is still my right-hand man and no one is as skilled as him. 

 

Hailey’s POV 

I got up and as expected he was not beside me. He always wakes up first. 

But something is wrong. 

Fuck. How can this alarm not ring? 

It is 7 AM. 

I got up hurriedly to see if he has gone or not. I ran down the stairs and saw him sitting. I went to him. 

“I-I am sorry, I- I don’t know why the alarm-” 

“I switched it off,” he said. “But for now, can you please make breakfast? I am dying” 

Wow. He knows how to use hyperbole and a hint of humor too! 

“Sure”

"Am I selling myself!?"I found myself asking. "Yes" he replied without any emotions.  She was sold to the most eligible billionaire of NY. He forced her to marry him-- and no, it wasn't love. It was hate. It was the need for revenge. It was all... Fake. Will this fake marriage ever amount to real love?

Lin Mingyue walked out of Professor Qin's office and frowned.
Her friend, Yan Han, had suggested her see her superior, Professor Qin, to find out why she kept having those recurring dreams. After an hour session of consultation, Professor Qin indicated that they should have a few other therapy sessions before they find out why Mingyue was having those dreams. Then only will, Professor Qin suggested the best way to treat her.
During the consultation, Mingyue had mentioned the recurring dreams where she saw herself falling into the dark water and suffocated. However, she did not say a word about the recent dreams she been having.
Her headache would come frequently. The images of people she did not know, or scenes that she swore had happened before would come to her mind.
At first, Mingyue thought nothing of those images. But recently, the images would appear too frequent. In the past, Mingyue would often see those images while she was asleep. However, these days, those images would appear when she was awake.
It was worrying.
As a surgeon who was responsible for saving someone's life, she was worried that her condition might harm someone.
What if the headache and images appeared while she was in surgery? Wouldn't that be dangerous? She might accidentally kill someone, someday.
Lin Mingyue knew that she had to stop those images from appearing, or else, she might have to quit her job.
Perhaps it would be best if she takes a break to clear her mind?
"Doctor Lin, are you alright?"
Mingyue lifted her head and stared at Nurse Tang, who was looking at her with concern. Slowly, the corner of her lips tilted up. "I'm alright. What's up?"
Nurse Tang handed her a file. "Mrs. Jing will be having an operation tomorrow morning. Didn't you say you were going to see her?"
Mingyue snapped out of her thought as she recalled her appointment. She took the file from Nurse Tang and studied the data. Then, she went to look for her patient to discuss a few things before her surgery the next day.
Once her shift was over, Mingyue found that Yang Yun was waiting for her downstairs. Her steps froze as she zoned out as she continued to watch him for a while longer.
Yang Yun tilted his head up as he felt her stare. Their gaze met, and his lips curved into a smile. Yang Yun straightened up his body and walked towards his wife. "You're going home?"
Mingyue snapped out of her trance and nodded. "Were you waiting for me? How long have you been here?"
"I didn't wait for too long. I met your friend at the entrance, and she said you should come out anytime soon," Yang Yun said and frowned. "I heard that you were unwell for a few days ago. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I was probably stressed due to work." Mingyue pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and smiled to assure him. "Don't worry too much."
His frown deepened as he listened to her words. She's his wife. How can he not be worried?
"Have you eaten? Let's go out and grab something to eat," Mingyue suggested.
"Alright," Yang Yun nodded. The two of them left the hospital and went to a noodle restaurant near Mingyue's apartment.
Once they placed their order, Lin Mingyue leaned on the table and stared at Yang Yun.
Noticing her staring openly at him, Yang Yun felt his body grew hot. He let out a chuckle and said, "What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Yang Yun grew uneasy when Mingyue did not answer. He then recalled his brief conversation with Nurse Tang, where he found out that Mingyue has been absentminded for a few days. 
"Mingyue? What is it?" His gaze grew soft. "You can tell me anything, you know?"
Mingyue hesitated. "Well, promise me you won't laugh or make fun of me."
"I promise," Yang Yun said easily.
"Yang Yun, do you believe in a past life?" Mingyue asked.
Yang Yun froze for seconds as he heard her question. "Past life?" he stared at her and continued, "You don't look like someone who would believe in such things. Why do you suddenly ask me about this?"
There was a brief silence between them as Mingyue tried to gather her thought. After a while, she spoke again, "Recently, I have been having these dreams. In these dreams, I would often saw people dressed as if they were in costume dramas. A friend said that they might be my memories. When I mentioned this to my sister, she said that those were probably memories from my past life."
Yang Yun clenched his hand. His heart skipped a beat as he made a guess of what kind of dream Mingyue was having. He took a few deep breaths and raised a brow. "Oh? What do you see in your dream?"
Mingyue shrugged. The server sent them their noodles, and soon, Mingyue told him about her dreams. How she would often see the silhouette of a man, but she cannot see his face. Then, she talked about the three brothers.
Yang Yun's expression slowly changed as he listened to Mingyue's words. For Mingyue to have these dreams, could it mean that her memories were slowly returning? Then, the medicine Chief Ye gave him really worked?
He traced his fingers on the mug and tried his best not to appear too eager. It looked like he will have to contact the other side to ask for their opinion. "When did you start to have these dreams?" Yang Yun asked.
"I've had dreams about this mysterious man for years, and recently, the dreams about the three brothers, a princess and other people would appear as well," Mingyue paused as she noticed the unusual expression on Yang Yun's face. "Are you okay?" a small smile appeared on her lips as a thought crossed her mind. "It couldn't be that you're jealous that I dreamed of another man, right?"
Yang Yun's expression lightened up, and he let out a chuckle.  "Why would I be jealous?" He leaned forward to her, and the two of them were so close that their nose almost touched. "What if the mysterious man in your dream... was me?"
Mingyue looked at him in a daze. Her face gradually turned hot at their distance. Slowly, she backed out to avoid him and laughed. "Alright. Stop teasing me," she clipped on a dumpling and stuffed them into her boyfriend's mouth. "Eat before the food gets cold."


In their world, Jiang Mingyue is a promising female physician, serving the Crown Princess to find a cure for a dormant poison in the Princess's body.

In their world, Yang Yun is a promising captain of an Elite soldier. He vowed to love and protect Mingyue all his life. 

Until an incident tore them apart. The two were separated into two different worlds. He pledged to search for her no matter how long it’ll take him, no matter how many dimensions he had to travel to. But when he finally found her again, she had no memories of him. What else can he do but to work hard and win her heart back?
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“First of all, I don’t believe in reincarnation.” 

“I’m not saying anything about reincarnation.”

“Then what?” she raised a brow. “Time traveling? Are you sure you haven’t been watching too much sci-fi?” She pursed her lips when he didn’t say anything. “Let’s see,” she flicked across the pages. She watched him nodded and shook her head in disbelief. “You’re out of your mind.” She stood up and leaned towards him to place her hand on his forehead.

He flinched. “What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you had a fever,” she said with a sigh. “But you seem healthy.”

“I’m not sick.”

“I know.”

“I’m not crazy.” Yang Yun closed his eyes when she looked at him in doubt. He had been searching for her for years. And right now, the love of his life was standing right in front of him. But she doesn’t seem to remember him. It was as if her memories of the past, the memories of him have all been forgotten. 

She lifted her hand, and her fingers rested on his cheek. “I like you, Yang Yun.” She drew her hand and frowned. “But I don’t understand why you keep telling me about these stories. Why are you forcing me to accept this?” She closed her eyes briefly. “Sometimes, I wonder if you really like me, or am I just a substitute to someone you knew in your past.” 

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Author's Note: The main genre of this story is Romance. But, there will be a bit of fantasy and political intrigue as well.

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Cover: kirinlukis
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