"Look, what we are saying is as if there is such a thing."
After Ye Tianxin said that, her expression looked grim, and sadness spread across her face.
In reality, why would it be impossible?
She can be reborn too.
Perhaps in the eyes of many, rebirth was an unfathomable concept.
Suddenly, something quick flashed through Ye Tianxin's mind.
It moved so quickly that Ye Tianxin did not have time to react.
The thought vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Li, you tell me."
Ye Tianxin drew in closer to Li Qingcang's ear, her lips parted slightly as she whispered, "Is everything that we're going through now simply a dream of mine? It is such a beautiful dream."
This was, after all, a dream.
She was the dream weaver herself.
Therefore, everything in the dream would go according to her thoughts and wishes.
Everything that happened was so wonderful.
