"I really can't tell... I really can't tell... I really can't tell."
Li Huowang knelt in the kindergarten courtyard, clutching the little girl tightly, his eyes filled with extreme confusion as he muttered to himself.
Was this reality or an illusion, true or false? Li Huowang found it hard to distinguish at that moment.
When Master Jingxin had said that every Xinsu was filled with confusion, Li Huowang had argued against it.
But it was only when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling down behind the fence towards him that he understood the true meaning of Master Jingxin's words.
Xinsu is Xinsu, no matter which side they chose as reality, they were always wrapped in confusion.
It was the destiny of Xinsu, inescapable for anyone.
Just then, a small hand with a little handkerchief extended from Li Huowang's embrace.
Gently wiping away the tears on his face.
Li Huowang trembled as he looked down, only to see the cute little face of the girl, who was now concentrating on wiping his tears.
