Xu Feng found himself in a dream, but it was unlike any other he had experienced before. Everything around him was soft, blurry, and distant. The colors bled into one another—blues, grays, and muted whites forming an almost ethereal, otherworldly picture.
In the midst of the haze, a figure began to take form—a man with strong yet delicate features. Features that seemed too perfect, too carefully crafted, as though each line and angle had been lovingly carved by a gentle hand.
Xu Feng knew that face. It wasn't a stranger standing before him; it was Xuan Yang, his scholar, and his snake. The "pampered" young master of the Xuan family.
The realization made Xu Feng's heart swell with an emotion so deep and powerful that he nearly gasped. It was Xuan Yang, the person he had shared more than one life and timeline with, the one whose wicked smile always seemed to soothe his worst fears.
But the setting—where were they?
