Goddamn it! Where the hell is google translate!!!

Gaining self awareness??? Nooooo-

"After all... You weren't the one who pushed me."
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"Excuse me WHAT!?" it seemed like he missed something very important, he shook his head a good few times reminding himself that this was only his subconscious telling him the things he wanted to hear the most. Even if he'd have loved for this to be the actual Binghe, he's far too out of range— he's literally in the abyss. If even the system can't reach him after Binghe had gone into the abyss, why would his dream abilities?

"Shizun, why were you so insistent on blaming yourself?" He earnestly looked into his panicking Shizun's eyes.

"If it wasn't me, then who?" Could the protagonist tell the difference between him and Shen Jiu? Is this going to turn into some kind of revenge nightmare again? He's had so many of those in these past few weeks, he wouldn't be surprised. But this is a lucid dream, he has autonomy.

"Shizun really doesn't know?" The question was avoided, left unanswered. Shen QingQiu looked rather unimpressed. "Ah, that's to be expected, Shizun went through Qi deviation trying to protect this useless disciple. You fought him well Shizun." The Binghe's illusion smiled so brightly it rivalled a million suns.

'Not well enough,' Shen QingQiu thought, embittered, "aaaaaah, I truely wish you were here." He shamelessly cupped Binghe's cheeks in his hands, "My mind is just supplying me with things I want to see and hear. But even then my own subconscious is leaving me on a cliffhanger!? The disrespect. I feel betrayed, you know?" He complained, kneading his disciple's cheeks like dough. It's not like he really needed to act much like an immortal master in his own mind, so he let himself relax even more.

"Wait... Shizun... do you- do you frequently dream of this disciple?" He couldn't help but ask, drinking in his Shizun's actions and words when he feels like he's relaxed and alone. Without inhibitions, Binghe asked, "what kinds of dreams does Shizun have of this disciple?" He smirked, placing both of his large warm hands on top of Shen QingQiu's, starling him into stopping playing with Binghe's perfect, sharp cheeks.

"Tsk, my own mind asking what I do subconsciously? Isn't this like- your whole domain? You were literally here last night." He scolded Binghe, taking his own hands back to himself.

"Shizun..." Luo Binghe said, his bottom lip trembling oh-so-familiarly. "I'm sorry!" He managed to get out before fat pearls of water gathered at his waterline and drizzled down his face like rain droplets.

"Silly child, what do you have to be sorry for?" He tapped Binghe's head with his fan, scolding lightly and only pressing the fan against his his lips to slightly cover his smile out of habit.

"Shizun was suffering all alone and even dreaming of this Binghe when he's not here... I'll come back soon! I promise! I'll come back as soon as I possibly can, I won't disappoint you anymore Shizun!" He promised with a sparkle to his eye.

Shen QingQiu ruffled his hair, laughing freely within the domain of his own mind. "Ahhh, I haven't had a conversation this long since Binghe was here. Do come back to this master, alright?" 'Without trying to kill me' was left unsaid. Binghe would come back to kill him anyway... but either way he would come back... he just hopes it's his little (very large in all departments) sheep comes back to him and not the blackened protagonist.

"I will come straight back to Shizun." Binghe nodded, bringing their foreheads together, "I will always come for Shizun. No matter what, when or where, this Binghe will always find you Shizun. You're not alone." Their noses pressed together, Shen QingQiu could feel Binghe's breath pass over his lips.