Xie Lian’s beloved may be a magnet for transformative curses. No, scratch that, Hua Cheng most definitely was a magnet for transformative curses. After the point of it happening three times (counting this, four!) in the span of a year, Xie Lian is starting to think that it’s the universe sending a message. What message? That remains to be seen.

This time around, his husband was shrunken down into a tiny figure of about six inches tall. He was so small that he could fit in the palm of Xie Lian’s hand.

“San Lang!” he exclaims, holding his very little husband in his hands. San Lang’s clothes hadn’t manages to shrink with him, so he looked like a naked porcelain doll. He was almost like a little fairy but missing the wings and a dress made from a flower.

“You’re so small!” Xie Lian says, as if it wasn’t obvious. He was just surprised, that’s all! San Lang appeared to be as well, his tiny hands holding onto Xie Lian’s thumbs as he’s jostled.