The night breeze was cool, tossing Yao Wan Jiao's hair into disarray, and it churned Lin Fan's heart as well.
Holding her delicate hand, walking on Yanjiang Road, listening to the roaring sound of the river, both remained silent.
It was not until Lin Fan sat on a bench that Yao Wan Jiao obediently perched on his lap, snuggling into his embrace to listen to his steady heartbeat.
"What are you thinking about?"
Straightening Yao Wan Jiao's disheveled hair from her face, Lin Fan finally spoke.
"I'm wondering what you're thinking about. It's obvious you're troubled, and yet I feel I can't help."
Yao Wan Jiao looked tenderly at Lin Fan's face, which tonight bore a deep frown, revealing his poor mood.
"I'm just wondering, what is the real world?"
Lin Fan said, smiling as he hugged Yao Wan Jiao closer. After dinner with Guo Baoming, he indeed felt as if the world around him wasn't real.
"Isn't this the real world? I'm not an NPC; do you still think this is a game?"
