“I am Dan Heng, not Dan Feng.”

Those are the words Dan Heng repeated like a broken record. A reminder he got all too sick of giving people.

His whole life had been spent paying the price for his past incarnation’s sins, and yet even now people refused to see them as seperate beings.

For just once, he’d like for something to be wholly his. Not Dan Feng’s - but his.

And then you came along. You saw Dan Heng for who he is, and loved him for him. You were Dan Heng’s, not Dan Feng’s.