“As I’ve said, it’s different depending on the individual. Your dream is a delicious feast to her while those with impure thoughts only offer a barely acceptable meal. It’s a terrible trade for you.” Li Qiye said.

“Dreams differ in quality?” Xiao Hu asked.

One could go to bed and dream only to wake up and forget everything the next day. Dreams didn’t matter that much. They were intangible and useless while the paper boat was definitely helpful.

“What is your dream?” Li Qiye asked.

“Spending time with my master.” Xiao Hu said without needing...