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True Love: I Met My Soul Mate in My Dream

Ember, a nineteen-year-old college student, leads a seemingly normal life until one night, she wakes up in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how she got there. Standing beside her is a charming gentleman with a voice as sweet as honey. His kindness and concern stir something deep within her, and she can't help but feel an inexplicable connection to him.

As Ember tries to understand how she ended up in this strange place, she is drawn into a world where dreams and reality intertwine. With each encounter, her bond with this mysterious man grows stronger, and she begins to question the nature of their connection. Is he a figment of her imagination, or is there something more profound at play?

Join Ember on a journey of self-discovery, love, and the blurred lines between dreams and reality. "True Love: I Met My Soul Mate in My Dream" is a heartwarming tale that explores the magic of true love and the power of destiny.

True love - i meet my soul mate in dream.

Dylan stood at the bar. "Two glasses of juice, please."

Darren Chen approached with a smirk. "So, when did my best friend start going juice-only? No drinks tonight?"

Dylan turned to see him. "Oh, Darren, you're here too."

Darren chuckled. "I was just passing by, so I thought I'd join you all."

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "You said you don't like parties like this."

Darren shrugged. "Yeah, well... she didn't want to come alone, so I joined her."

Dylan looked intrigued. "She's here too?"

Just then, the waiter returned. "Sir, your juice."

Dylan gestured toward the other room. "Serve them in that room, please."

He turned to Darren. "Come on, I've got someone to introduce you to."

Darren smiled. "Alright, lead the way."

Ember leaned closer to Emir, curiosity in her eyes. "Hey, Emir, can you tell me more about Dylan? Is he like me? Has he had a girlfriend before me?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading.

Emir smiled. "Alright, I'll tell you—"

Before he could continue, Dylan walked in, eyeing them suspiciously. "What are you going to tell her?"

Ember quickly shook her head and gestured subtly for Emir to keep quiet. "Nothing, just small talk," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

Emir nodded with a grin. "Yeah, just a harmless conversation."

Ember gave Emir a grateful smile. "By the way, Emir, can I get your number?"

Dylan frowned, his protective side flaring. "Why?"

Emir chuckled. "Don't you think she should have some contacts in case you're busy and she needs help?"

Dylan crossed his arms defiantly. "I'll answer every single call from her. I won't leave her alone."

Eun Woo, entering with a grin, teased, "Even when you're in the washroom?"

Dylan glared playfully. "Hey, you."

Emir smirked. "Remember what happened before? You might want to reconsider."

Dylan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, fine. You're allowed to give her your number."

Eun Woo leaned in, grinning. "And mine is 963—"

Dylan quickly interrupted. "No, not yours. Only Emir's!"

Ember laughed, shaking her head. "Stop fighting, you two. Woo, don't worry, I'll take your number too... you know, for safety." She winked playfully.

Dylan pouted, crossing his arms in mock frustration. "Hmph."

Ember giggled. "Dylan, could you please save their numbers in my phone? I actually need to use the washroom."

Tension, Teasing, and Trust