Shun immediately pulled back enough to see the pinkette’s face.
“What happened in your dream?”
“I was walking to meet you. I… had a gift for your birthday, I think,” Jin recalled cupping his face, “I wanted to ask you out, but then… something hit me. All I remember was the stars in the sky and making a wish.”
“A wish?” Shun whispered.
“Something about seeing you again,” Jin thought about the dream, “It felt so real.”
“Ah Jin…” Shun pulled the hands off his face to interlock them, “If I told you it… it was real, would you believe me?”
“What?”
“I…” Shun started, but the next thing he saw was blackness, “Wait… What is happening?”
“Xiong Shun, such a pretty boy but such a dummy,” the old witch sighed shaking her head, “Why are you going to tell him? There is no need for that.”
“Why can’t I? And why do you still have Prince Peter’s face and body!” Shun frowned deeply.