Sa Heon-yeong was wandering through a nightmare.

One night, he heard the news that Young-young had died. Unbelievable news. Something he couldn't come to believe. What do you mean she's dead?

The news was that someone had killed her while he was on the battlefield. It was said that they did not know how she died and that her body had disappeared.

No way. There's no way she's gone again.

He shouted as he scoured the imperial palace. If anyone ever touched her, he swore he wouldn't let them go. He will surely kill them. In the most cruel way! He shouted, "I won't let you live this time, and I'll make you beg me to kill you."

He roared and yelled in search of her like a frightened dog barking desperately.

She's not dead. She didn't die last time, so she won't die this time either. There was no body last time, so this time....... But who will spare her this time? She became weaker.

Her abused and undeveloped body is weakened by the torture and is likely to break apart if held incorrectly. Could she have endured this time? What if she can't endure it?

He was desperately trying to think only of good thoughts. No, she will be somewhere. She's not dead, she's obviously somewhere. One day, she left the bed alone and fell asleep in the garden. it would be like that.

If he finds her, if he finds her.......

His fingertips were numbs. She must be calling for him. Why can't he hear that voice? Her voice is unique and beautiful. Why can't he hear that voice, which he can't forget once he hears it, from nowhere in this darkness!

Save me. He had to save her, but Sa Heon-yeong begged her to save him instead.

Song Young-young, please come out. Tell me where you are. Even the smallest voice is fine. I'll listen. So tell me, please save me, don't leave me here alone. Song Young-young. Young Young. Young-ah. Please please...... It's a wish, please.

It's a wish. When he cried one more time.

A voice came.

The singing voice from a distant place was soft and lovely. A soothing voice slowly swirled around the world, and the darkness began to disappear.

Sa Heon-yeong stood up and watched the darkness of the whole world disappear.

It was a dream.

It was then that he realized he was having a nightmare. It was a nightmare. The nightmare he had yesterday, the nightmare he had the day before yesterday. A dream that is painful like reality every time he dreams it even though he dreams it every day. No, it was another reality. It suddenly turned into a dream.

Beautiful sunshine and clear wind. And he was alone in the endless field of flowers. Looking at the field of flowers that stretched out to the horizon, he heard a song.

The voice that was heard from a distant place was obviously not from someone who was here. As she sings she says; he is dreaming, he is safe, and in reality she was singing beside him.

Looking at the flower garden, he lay down slowly. When he thought it was a dream, he felt relieved and his whole body lost strength. The flower bed was as fluffy as the bed and smelled good. He lay down and closed his eyes. He remembered himself lying on the bed and wondered where she was.

He stretched out his hand slowly. Where are you? He knew he wouldn't be able to reach her in real life, but he still wanted to reach her. As he fumbles with his hand and feels the touch of petals and blades of grass with his fingertips.

Thin fingers intertwined with his fingers.

He's in a dream, she's in reality. Two people from far away were connected. A beautiful song comforted him.

When he finally opened his eyes, Young-young was in front of him. She was clasping her hands with him, and she was bathing in the sunlight coming in. The golden light ran down her shoulder and fell on her chest. When their eyes met, Young-young, who was singing, smiled brightly.

"Hello, Lord Heon-young."

Afraid that other people might hear it, Young-young called out in a very small voice, Lord Heon-yeong. Sa Heon-yeong looked at her quietly and stretched out his hand. And he gently stroked her cheek.

"Is this a song that makes wishes come true?"

Sa Heon-yeong's voice was quiet. Poor man. After Young-Young was gone, he seemed to be in so much pain that he could not sleep properly or had nightmares even if he slept. Young-young rubbed her cheek gently with his large palm and asked, "Hmm?"

"I asked if the song you're singing now is a song that makes a wish come true."

Sa Heon-young asked again.

Sa Heon-yeong, who seems to be having a painful dream, was sad and she just sang a song. Young-young shook her head.

"I don't know. I don't really know what my songs are going to accomplish."

"......."

"Lord Heon-young, do you have a wish? Shall I sing?"

She doesn't know what wish he had, but if he had a wish, and if she could make his wish come true, Young-young could sing.

Even if she was thirsty, even if she vomited blood, she will be happy to sing. She wanted to do something for him. She wanted to give him something very good, but Sa Heon-young didn't seem to need anything. He was so high and precious, and now he is even more noble.

Young-young asked with anticipation. Do you want me to sing for you? Do you have a wish that you would like to come true?

But Sa Heon-young shook his head.

"It has come true."

Sa Heon-yeong said that and got up. Then, as he gently laid Young-young on the bed, he whispered.

"Just now, you made it happen."

Did I?

Young-young opened her eyes wide as if puzzled, and was about to ask when and how she accomplished it, at that time Sa Heon-yeong's lips approached.

Only kisses remained in the place where the nightmare had receded. It was a sweet and lovely morning, as the wish came true.