Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

On the other side of the dream, the dragon never took you to that flowering valley.

On the night he exchanged souls with the dragon, the Holy Judgement Bishop personally led all the Holy Judgement troops to surround the Black Chapel.

They spared no effort in capturing the severely injured dragon.

The mark left on your shoulder by the dragon himself has become irrefutable proof that you are a "witch".

On the day the news that "the demon is dead" was released, you were brought back as a witch and imprisoned in the courtyard behind the abandoned sanctuary, awaiting to be sent to the Court of Judgment.

Perhaps you were too weak after being imprisoned, and you kept going because of your belief that Qin Che was still alive and you couldn't just die like that.

If you're going to die, you'll die at Qin Che's hands.

Perhaps it's because you miss him so much that the other half of your soul has sensed your longing.

He will fly across the abyss to find you every moonlit night. You don't know if this is your illusion or a dream you two have woven together.

In the moonlit courtyard of the sanctuary, Qin Che sat on a dilapidated platform between two statues.

Hearing the sound of footsteps crunching on the grass, he turned his head slightly.

"Awake, or still awake?"

The chains that bind you drag through the weeds as you walk toward him and reach out your hand.

"Qin Che, hug me."

He gently pulled you up and wrapped you in his arms.

You lean on his shoulder like this, in that familiar embrace, with a comforting feeling.

"If you're feeling restless in the middle of the night, it must be because half of someone's soul is causing trouble inside your body." A deep voice echoed in my ears.

"I miss you so much, so very much, Qin Che, why haven't you come to take me away yet..."

Qin Che bent his legs beside you and brought them together, preventing you from getting up.

"Don't move."

He gently dried his hair, which was damp with night dew, with a silk handkerchief.

His voice was deep, as if he were dealing with something serious.

"Sleeping with wet hair will make you sick..."

You remain still, leaning against him, and when you look down, all you see is his curled tail.

The dragon's tail gently encircles your ankle, and its hard scales bring you warmth, not coldness.

The deepest wound at the tip of the tail is almost healed.

“I waited for you here until you fell asleep the other night, why didn’t you wake me up?” You gently punched his shoulder, scolding him for his behavior.

The moisture at the ends of your hair was absorbed by the silk handkerchief, and Qin Che let you turn your head away.

He raised his hand and touched your cheek with the back of his hand: "Someone has been dreaming about me and keeps calling my name."

A melodious laugh tugs at your heartstrings: "It's all because I miss you so much!"

You reached out and pinched his chin, examining him closely.

It's Qin Che, the one you love...

Qin Che lazily curled the corners of his mouth, brushed his nose against your fingertips, and pressed his cheek against your palm.

Did you really dream about me?

You frowned slightly: "What, haven't you ever dreamed about me?"

He didn't speak, he just stared at you intently: "Before I was sealed away, I actually dreamed about you."

"I never imagined back then that one day I would be willing to wipe this person's hair."

"Yes, you'll continue to dry my hair for the rest of my life, the next life, and the life after that, until the day our souls perish." You looked up into his eyes: "Qin Che, do you believe that?"

You see him nod slightly with a slight smile.

"So what did you dream about me about? Did I draw my sword for you? Or did we kiss? Or perhaps..."