Dan Heng has always been haunted by his past, by who he used to be. He wants to be known as Dan Heng, not Dan Feng.

He’s always been reminded of it wherever he goes, people asking him if he was the Imbibitor Lunae, until you came along. You weren’t scared to tell them off, cuss them out, whatever it takes.

You’re there for him, not for his past. You’re all his to have, in the present and the future.