Both the individuals in front of her were already eagerly departing, their figures growing smaller in the distance.
Witnessing their departure, Ceilia sprang up from her seat in a flurry, taking a hurried step forward.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself mere inches away from Xia Tian, her heart pounding in her chest.
Her hand, trembling with uncertainty, slowly extended towards him. A flicker of hesitation danced across her eyes, but eventually, she summoned the courage to reach out and call him.
"Huh!?"
To her astonishment, her hand brushed past his incorporeal figure. "What!?" Ceilia cried out in bewilderment, attempting to touch him once more.
Yet, her hand passed through their ghostly forms as if they were nothing more than fleeting apparitions.
A horrifying realization struck her with the force of a thunderclap. 'Am I truly d-dead?' she questioned, her mind reeling as she wondered if she herself was the illusion, not them.
