Ever since Hua Cheng met you on the cart of hay while traveling to the village, he was always fond of you. He never talked to you, though. Despite him being a ghost king, he was always shy to talk to you. He would always stalk you in his San Lang form. One day, it was raining in the village as you were out, heading somewhere. Hua Cheng, or, San Lang, took out his umbrella and placed it above you and him as he smirked