Welcome to Dream Space. How can I help you?
He Muchen's soul arrived at the dream space, where a small, all-black angel greeted him.
How did I get here?
"You're dead! Your soul has entered the third dimension!"
"Don't people go to the underworld after they die?"
He Muchen still hoped that he could meet Zhou Rui in the underworld after he died, and that he could tell him in person that he loved him.
"Their service is nowhere near as good as ours," the little black angel sneered.
If he hadn't been one step ahead, this fool's soul would have been snatched away by the underworld devils.
"Good service?" He Muchen looked at him in confusion.
"That's right! If it weren't for your resentment before you died, oops, slip of the tongue... hehe! It wasn't resentment, it was that your love for him was too deep, that's why we stepped in to help you."
"Help me?" He Muchen looked at him in confusion.
"Yes! We can make your heart's desires come true."
He Muchen stepped forward and took the little hand of the tiny black angel that was suspended in mid-air.
"Can you really help me achieve what I desire?"
Xiao Hei pulled his little hand away and said proudly, "Of course, this is a dream space that can take you back to all the moments before you died."
"Then can you take me back to the time when he was here?" He Muchen asked excitedly.
He wanted to go back to that rainy day. He wouldn't just give him an umbrella and leave; he would take him home. He wanted to have a future with him.
"Of course! Pick a time and we'll send you back."
"However, I want to make it clear beforehand that we can only take you back, but whatever happens to you afterward..."
"As long as you take me back, it's my own business from now on, and I won't hold you accountable."
"That's good. Now, please sign this contract."
He Muchen took the dream-making contract and signed his name without saying a word. All he wanted to do now was see him again, go up to him, hug him tightly, and tell him that he loved him.
"Didn't you even read the contract? Aren't you afraid we'll rip you off?" Xiao Hei said with a grin as he took the contract.
So be it, as long as he can see him again.
"When will you send me back?"
"No rush, no rush, the system is undergoing maintenance. Please sit here and wait for a while."
Xiao Hei was studying the machine when he turned to him and asked, "Where are you going back to?"
He Muchen stepped forward and watched as frame after frame of images flashed before his eyes on the big screen.
He Muchen shouted to stop, pointing to a scene of him standing outside the stadium in the rain, trying to avoid the rain.
"Let's do it here."
"Okay, you stand in that transparent cabinet behind you."
He Muchen obediently stood in the transparent cabinet behind him.
The little black angel typed in He Muchen's number and pressed enter.
He Muchen's soul was sent back to his body from that time.
He Muchen sat in the van and called for the driver to stop.
He got out of the car with an umbrella in his hand, and slowly walked towards him with the umbrella in his hand.
Zhou Rui held He Muchen's autographed album tightly in his arms.
He Muchen, holding an umbrella, walked up to him.
Where are you going? I'll take you.
Zhou Rui looked up and saw that it was his idol talking to him, and he had his autographed album in his hand.
He swallowed hard, rubbed his eyes, and stammered, "He...He Mu...Chen."
He Muchen smiled gently, "Yes, I am He Muchen. Are you waiting for the rain to stop?"
"If you don't mind, I'll give you a ride wherever you're going."
"I...I'm going...home," Zhou Rui stammered nervously.
"Then let's go."
He Muchen smiled gently at Zhou Rui. He didn't dare to confess his feelings directly to him, afraid of scaring him away.
He had known for a long time that he was the little boy with a sweet scent when he was young, but he was a celebrity and a fan. He always hoped that he could come to the event.
In order to get a closer look at him, he would sign his autograph slowly every time he was given one.
When I give him the signed documents, I always touch his soft hand intentionally or unintentionally, and that makes him happy all day.
That's why he frequently holds offline events—it's all for him, so he can see him.
He only dared to secretly like him, because he was afraid that once his boyfriend found out he liked him, he would think he was a pervert and stop liking him.
When he learned from his fans that he had died in a car accident, his heart died with him.
Unable to bear his longing any longer, he made the decision to follow him to his grave.
But he was lucky; he got a second chance. He didn't want to lose him again. He wanted to get closer to him and tell him his feelings, regardless of whether he was afraid of him or didn't like him after finding out.
He Muchen brought the umbrella closer to Zhou Rui's side, smiling as he looked down at Zhou Rui, who dared not look at him.
He Muchen dropped Zhou Rui off at his rented apartment building. Zhou Rui stammered nervously, "Thank... thank you for taking me home today."
"Just words? I want something concrete." He Muchen reached out and rubbed his head.
Zhou Rui blushed and looked up into his deep, captivating eyes.
"What kind of actual thanks do you want?"
"Could you invite me to your place for a bit, and lend me a piece of clothing while you're at it?"
"My clothes are too wet." He Muchen said aggrievedly, turning his wet clothes around for Zhou Rui to see.
"But my house is very small, and my clothes are not made of very comfortable fabric. I'm afraid you won't feel comfortable wearing them."
It wasn't that Zhou Rui didn't want to take him home to change clothes, but rather that his rented apartment was too small, and a big star like him would probably find it uncomfortable.
I buy all my clothes cheaply on Taobao. I bet he'll feel uncomfortable wearing them and it might be itchy.
He is now extremely regretful, wondering why he was so stingy and couldn't have bought a slightly more expensive piece of clothing to hang at home.
That way he won't embarrass himself in front of his idol.
"I can't go back in wet clothes, or I'll catch a cold."
“It’s okay to catch a cold from the cold. At worst, I can go to the hospital for an IV drip, and I should be fine.” He Muchen pouted, feeling wronged.
"Why don't you come home with me? I'll get you some clothes to change into."
Zhou Rui cursed himself inwardly: "Zhou Rui, you're so stingy, you'll die of stinginess! Now the idol has to wear his clothes! Won't his cheap clothes cause the idol to have an allergic reaction?"
Zhou Rui usually lives very frugally, saving money to attend all of He Muchen's offline events, concerts, and to buy his albums and magazines.
The clothes he has in his closet for all four seasons combined don't even amount to all the things related to He Muchen.
He Muchen followed Zhou Rui home and saw that he lived in a one-bedroom apartment, which was kept very clean.
Zhou Rui went to the room and rummaged through the closet, looking for clothes that were a little more expensive and of slightly better quality.
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