The calendar still had circles drawn on it, marking the gradually approaching wedding date and numerous schedules, so busy.
Everything was so wonderful.
But Ji Jue always felt something was off.
It was as if... something was lost.
No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't determine exactly what he had forgotten, just a gut feeling that something was missing or contradictory.
It was like reaching for a phone with open eyes but grasping at air.
After a car accident, a healthy person became disabled; no matter how beautiful everything was, it was still difficult to accept reality.
So much so that, in a daze, he couldn't help but start asking himself...
—Is this world real?
Amidst the busy breakfast preparations, he paused for a moment, eyes downcast, staring at the mirror-like smooth blade, and even at the reflection of his own pupils.
From that, within a pure darkness, a thought emerged... hard to sever!
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.
Ji Jue woke up from a dream once again.
