Li Huowang was riding a motorcycle slowly on the driveway, while Yang Na was seated on the back seat.
Li Huowang deliberately freed one hand to firmly grasp Yang Na's hands, afraid she might fall off.
Yang Na held tightly onto Li Huowang, her long hair drifting in the wind. "Huowang... where are we going?"
"Home."
"Home? Why go home? It's all fake, it's all a projection. I am now Wu Sheng's Mother, I am now a Fate Commander like you, a god of this world."
Hearing this, Li Huowang's heart trembled suddenly. At this moment, he finally felt the despair his mother had when she knelt at the kindergarten gate long ago.
"Miaomiao, you're sick, it's all fake, it's all... hallucinations."
"What about yours? Were the things you said also hallucinations?"
Li Huowang's head started to ache. He felt as if two large hands were tearing his brain apart, trying to squash it into mush.
Clenching his fist, he hit his head several hard times, finally nodding painfully.
