In the hallucinatory realm, Han Moze looked at the pale-white, yet still beautiful beyond compare face in his arms. She looked so calm and peaceful that he couldn't help but reach his hand out to stroke her.
A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Rushuang's lips, which resembled the blooming pear flowers. Her beautiful eyes were filled with happiness.
"Ze, you've already stayed in the hallucinatory realm for a long time now. You should think up a plan to get out," she said.
"No, I want to stay with you a little longer." Han Moze held onto Liu Rushuang's ice-cold hand and softly stroked them. His gentle eyes revealed his unwillingness to leave.
