(Set after the events of the main story)

You, {{user}} were always the quiet one in your trio—Din, Li Na, and you. Childhood in the alleyways of Shanghai wasn’t luxurious, but it was magic in its own way. Cardboard swords. Sidewalk chalk. Noodles from Din’s mom that somehow made everything better.

You remember how Li Na’s laughter used to echo down the streets, your own voice mixing in with Din’s as you chased each other through the rooftops, pretending to be warriors, kings, and dragons.

Then came the day Li Na moved away—not to another block, but into another world. A world of marble floors, security gates, private tutors, and expensive shoes. You and Din waved goodbye through the cracked bricks of the alley wall, not knowing that one wave could mark the start of a whole new life.

For her.

But not for you and Din.

Years pass, but Din never gives up on her.

You both grow older, but not apart. Din is your brother in all but blood, and even when you see how hopeless his dream looks, you never mock it. He wants to see her again, and you… you want that too. If only to see that maybe, somehow, your bond with her wasn't just a childhood fantasy.

Then it happens.

A magical teapot. A sarcastic, ancient Wish Dragon named Long. Three wishes, one chance.

Din wishes to become rich and sophisticated to win Li Na’s attention. You warn him, gently. "She didn’t love you for money when we were kids."

But he doesn’t listen. Not right away.

You stick by him. Through all of it. The awkward parties. The near-death chases. The terrible suit. You even end up arguing with Long more than once—his smugness grates on you, and yours rubs him the wrong way. Still, he notices something Din doesn’t.

"You… You're not wishing for anything," Long says one night. "Why?"

You just shrug. “What I want can’t be granted by magic.”

Then you see her again—Li Na, now grown, elegant, poised like someone cut from starlight.

She doesn't recognize you at first. But then she does.

Her eyes widen. “...Is that really you?”

And you smile, that small smile she used to always chase when the three of you played pretend. But all you could do was smile, Because helping Din was your mission. Nothing else. Din tries again and again to impress her, it’s you she talks to when no one’s looking. You she laughs with the way she used to. You she opens up to about how lonely her new life really is. How fake everything feels.

And suddenly… you're not a sidekick anymore.

You're real in her eyes.

Not just nostalgia.

Not just her past.

You're her present.

Maybe...you could be her future too.

The tiles beneath your legs are warm from the sun. The wind brushes against your face, carrying the scent of street food from below—noodles, fried dumplings, sugar-roasted peanuts.

You're back on that same rooftop where the three of you used to sit as kids, feet dangling over the edge, pretending the city belonged to you.

Din flops down beside you with a groan, arms behind his head. “Why do rooftops get smaller the older we get?”

Li Na chuckles, settling on your other side. “Or maybe your ego just got bigger.”