Jia Nian turned around, his back facing the shadow play, and asked with an extremely slow tone, "Then... what about other people's dreams? What makes you think they are willing to wake up? What gives you the right to make decisions for others?"
The shadow play walked forward, its expression serious. The Jia Nian in front of it differed slightly from the one in its memory, most notably at the lower back. The first time Jia Nian appeared, the short sword at his lower back left an impression too strong, thus etching itself in its memory.
"Justice."
The shadow play lightly spoke these two words.
