Xiao Yi suddenly felt a strange sense of disconnection.
It was as if he had suddenly realized that his life was just a stage play, and he had woken up from the immersion, finding everything around him, which should be familiar, unfamiliar.
A sense of discomfort, alien and at odds with his surroundings, assaulted Xiao Yi.
Not just the words and actions of others, but even what he himself had done or said, Xiao Yi couldn't be sure if it was all just a hallucination...
In his memory, the things he was absolutely certain he had done, the words he had spoken, actually never existed; they were all just his hallucinations... It was as if it was proving that he himself didn't really exist.
"..."
Xiao Yi suddenly felt a headache, and then... he reverted to his usual self.
"Forget it, since it's become like this, let it be; I can't be bothered to think about it anymore."
