Where did it all go wrong? Was it when he sent that letter, and told her there was an escape? Or was it even earlier, when he held the Cotton Rose cream gently in his two hands, deep in thought? Or perhaps, were things already not meant to be from the moment they first met? What if things could turn out differently, even if just for a moment? Could fate really be changed, if one wished earnestly enough for it? Or is the best one can wish for an affectionate dream? Qingti fanfic inspired from "Eternal Love of Dream" (《三生三世 • 枕上书》). Some story elements were taken from the drama version, and some from the original novel. Cover art and design and other sporadic artwork by yours truly lol ;A;