In the illusory reality, Little White seemed to notice something, and he turned his head slowly.
Similar to the previous time, the face of the Little White in Song Shuhang's illusory reality was blurred. One would not be able to clearly see his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose.
Senior White's clone extended his palm toward Little White. In response to this, Little White suddenly raised his small hand, extending it toward Senior White's clone's palm.
With that, a big and small palm pressed against one another.
Subsequently, Big White's and Little White's hair fluttered wildly in the air, creating a picturesque scene.
"Hm, so this is how it feels." Senior White's clone nodded slowly, and retracted his palm.
The Little White in the illusory reality turned around, returning to sitting on the dunes in a daze.
Was the exchange over?
Senior White's clone calmly said, "Alright, let's go."
Song Shuhang looked puzzled. "You're done?"
