Between his own judgement and the sensations of his body, Qian Jiangyue chose the former.
He lowered his head.
If he can appear in my eyes, and I can't distinguish him, then touch should also be able to simulate it.
Thought Qian Jiangyue.
In the following time, he sat leaning against a corner, where the cold wind blew. His thin clothes completely failed to resist the cold.
Qian Jiangyue hugged his legs with both hands, curling up his body.
Even so, his body was still trembling.
Pain and cold continuously attacked Qian Jiangyue, making him feel weaker and weaker.
"Can you hold me? It's really cold," Qian Jiangyue said.
"I'm not real, you should know that," the child answered.
"Hmm, but when you touched my shoulder just now, I felt it. So, when you hold me, I should feel warmth as well," Qian Jiangyue raised his head.
His eyes were crystal clear.
"You can do whatever you think is useful," said the child.
A warm feeling spread from his body.
