"Normal, everyone has a handful of such problems."
Ye Xian picked up the strong tea, indifferent yet silently listening, even if what came from her student's mouth were peculiar conjectures and assumptions.
The world is false?
It's quite bizarre and overly absurd.
"I see, I understand."
She took a sip of the strong tea, put down the teacup, still calm: "Perhaps, maybe not."
Ji Jue was stunned.
"Teacher, you..."
"You should understand, Ji Jue."
Ye Xian abruptly interrupted him: "If I am false, then the me you imagine cannot perceive the difference between dream and reality, and would just think you're talking nonsense.
If I am real, then undoubtedly you are currently mad, delirious, and delusional.
In other words, whether real or false, you are destined to get no answers from me—"
Not refuting this negligible fantasy and fallacy, but rather, from Ji Jue's perspective, she once again sorted out everything he thought through completely.
"I can't help you, Ji Jue."
