At this moment, Wei Jinmo's gaze fell on Su Muyao, his eyes barely daring to blink, afraid it was a hallucination before dying, afraid he heard her words wrong. His throat moved as if wanting to speak but was afraid...
Perhaps afraid that everything before him was just his wishful thinking.
Because it was wishful thinking that led to illusions.
Wanting to hold her tightly, wishing to meld her into bone and flesh, but at the same time fearing a single move would turn everything before him into bubbles.
In a moment of realization, Wei Jinmo softly murmured, "Is this all real?"
His body trembled lightly, the fear in his eyes gradually replaced by excitement, yet the excitement carried a hint of caution, as if afraid everything before him was just a hallucination. "I'm afraid all this is my illusion."
Su Muyao looked up at Wei Jinmo, seeing his fragile trembling and cautious expression.
Su Muyao's nose tingled, she hugged him tightly and said, "It's real."
