Meng Yunhan didn't want to beat around the bush either.
"Two months ago, I doubt the master would have let me fall into a dream without a reason. I want to ask, have I been living in a dream this entire life? Is it a beautiful dream created by me?" When the dream ends, everything reverts to the starting point.
She didn't want to return to the starting point?
In this life, even if it were a dream, she was willing to remain immersed in this blissful dream.
"Flower is not flower, fog is not fog, real or fake, fake or real."
These words constantly replayed in Meng Yunhan's mind.
Real or fake?
Fake or real?
Could it be that this is not a dream?
But if it's not a dream, then where is the vanished space?
If it was never obtained, then it was never lost?
"Is it a dream?" Meng Yunhan seemed to be asking herself, and also seemed to be asking the calm and collected master not far in front of her.
