The train swayed gently, always maintaining that rhythmic motion, and Shi Suifeng suddenly smiled—
There was no Little He in the dream, so... as he had suspected when he saw the fragments before, Little He wasn't originally from here.
However... she was the clearest and most real.
Everything in the dream... was it trying to say that the world he lived in was a novel?
But when one possesses their own consciousness, who is to judge the reality of the world?
Shi Suifeng remembered the figures appearing in the dream—
Zhao Weihong.
Wen Juan.
This finally explained the awkward aspects about Zhao Weihong—there was no trace of contact with Hong Kong Island found on her by the military district, confirming even more that she was the native Zhao Weihong...
At last, the mystery had been unraveled.
But how to report this matter, Shi Suifeng still needed to think it over.
As for Wen Juan...
