"Aren't there plenty of movies about lingering ghostly love? Trust me, as long as you're willing, anything is possible!"
Looking into Han Mo's gentle yet deeply affectionate eyes, Qiao Ran nodded with complete trust.
"Then how about you go watch TV on the sofa while I cook us something delicious?" Han Mo said, his tone doting.
"No way, I'll watch you cook—to make sure you don't run away."
"Alright, you can watch me cook." Han Mo spoke as he began sorting the ingredients.
"Your hand is injured; maybe you shouldn't be cooking?" Qiao Ran looked at Han Mo's right hand, wrapped in gauze, and said with concern.
"It's fine; in a dream, it doesn't hurt."
"That's true, in a dream you don't feel pain. Then I'll leave it to you!"
What followed was Qiao Ran clinging to Han Mo like a giant brown bear plushie, refusing to let go, until Han Mo had finished cooking all four dishes.