The item that was picked out was a thin silk artifact, so thin it was transparent, even thinner and more see-through than cling film.
Just a small bundle the size of a fist, when spread out it unexpectedly covered several dozen square feet, and it was embroidered with dense lines of text.
"Is the world in your eyes the same as the world in mine?" Lin Shen, upon seeing the opening sentence, felt somewhat baffled.
"If you can see these words, it seems that the world in your eyes must be somewhat different from that of ordinary people," Lin Shen continued reading.
"I don't know what the world looks like in other people's eyes, everyone around me since childhood has been telling me what the world is like, but the world I see is not the same as what they describe. I once doubted that my brain had a problem, that I was a different kind of freak, an incurable patient. In the end, I chose to live in an imagined world, in the world they described..."
