Feng Ruqing stood in front of the young man and looked up at him.
She and the young man had been together for some time, but she always felt that everything was not real here.
And she did not know why.
Even Nan Changfeng, who was standing in front of her, somewhat… Did not exist.
It felt like... Her imagination?
Feng Ruqing was stunned and raised her hand to pinch the young man's cheek.
'I can feel him… Warm and soft.
'Yes, this is the real Nan Changfeng, not my imagination.'
"Sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. I just feel something weird... Even the time I spend with you, I feel that it's fake..." Feng Ruqing shook her head with a bitter smile; she slowly turned around and gazed into the darkness around her.
"Besides, it's too boring to spend time here. I want to leave!"
The young man was stunned. He raised his hand and pulled Feng Ruqing's arm; he looked sad.
"Jiu'er, don't you like me anymore?"
