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

Tears fell into its eyes, and you lowered your head, letting it leave a kiss on your brow.

"Doing this means a person is willing to give their soul to the other person. How about it, are you brave enough?"

The girl's sweet voice echoed in the void, and it seemed the dragon heard it too...

The dark red light in its eyes dimmed, and obsidian-like crystals climbed up the dragon's scales, gradually covering its entire body.

As the body disintegrated, the hard crystals peeled off piece by piece.

The wind blows through the valley, and they rise lightly like black petals, embracing you.

At that moment, it was as if the dragon's soul passed through your body, and in an instant, you saw everything about him.

Deep within the cave, the boy who had grown up alongside the dragon gripped his dagger tightly, pressing the sharp blade against the base of the tender dragon horns on his head.

He clenched his teeth, blood gushing out and sliding down his right eye, which was filled with resentment.

The secret was eventually exposed, and all the dragons perished in the valley, except for him, who was taken away as a human.

However, when everyone witnessed the new horns that symbolized the devil sprouting from his head, the spears that had been put away were once again pierced into his chest.

He tumbled down into the rubble at the bottom of the valley, his blood boiling inside him, and something supported him as he shakily stood up.

When he came to his senses, all those who had hurt him were lying in pools of blood.

Blackish-red blood mist emanated from their bodies, flowing along the dragon horns on their heads and the tails on their backs, and then into the wound in the center of the boy's chest.

Two bloody gashes split open on his arched back, and two dragon wings struggled to burst forth, shattering the rubble and suddenly unfurling the curse he once loathed, transforming it into his power.

This time, he didn't hesitate at all and turned to speed away into the depths of the valley.

The dragon bones in her arms turned into flower petals and scattered, and wherever they drifted, the bright red datura turned black.

At that moment, you smelled the fragrance of flowers. Was that the scent of his soul, carrying a faint, burning bitterness?

Qin Che...

Your loved one was born amidst apocalyptic panic.

People cursed his life, framed him for crimes, and celebrated his death.

Only one person has gazed into his jewel-like eyes, embraced his burning soul, and sung to him in the night wind.

He has already left his mark on your life...

But has this despicable guy ever considered the harm he's causing you?

This is his revenge on fate... and also a thorn he's stuck in your chest.

Suddenly you understand everything. He once said, the deeper the wound, the harder it is to forget.

But what does that matter! You want to laugh at him? He didn't even do it!

When we met again, you had clearly forgotten!

Bastard!!! Utter bastard!!!

"Qin Che...I curse your soul..."

He once said that the best way to punish someone is to let them live forever.

Excellent, fantastic!

"Then I curse you... that your soul will never perish... and that you will forever be bound to me!"

You reach out and pinch the last black petal, as if you've grasped his last breath.

“I curse…only I can…grant you true death.”

If you promise not to let go, then you will never be able to let go!

In a daze, you seem to hear the faint roar of a dragon coming from the depths of the valley. The petals tremble and are carried away by the wind, as if the dragon has returned to the white clouds.

end:

"I know my dragon isn't dead, I just miss him terribly."

I transformed into his likeness, horns like tender branches sprouting from the top of my head, sharp pain piercing my spine, and a dragon tail replacing my original vertebrae...

I lay there alone in the field of flowers where he had vanished.

I miss him, but I can't hug him.

I molded his likeness out of mud, imitated his scales with hard stones, and sprinkled flower seeds all over it. Next spring, he will be the most beautiful little dragon.

I hugged him tightly. The soil was cold, but if I held him long enough, I could still feel a trace of his body temperature.

The stones hurt my skin a little, but it felt really good, just like when he was here.

I fell into a deep sleep in 'his' arms, and in my dream we were still the same as before...