Luo Chuan shook his head, casting aside the thought that had suddenly surfaced in his mind. At the same time, he felt somewhat puzzled. Why had he inexplicably become so artsy? It did not fit his persona or style.
"What's wrong?" Yao Ziyan turned to look at him, unable to understand what Luo Chuan was doing.
"Nothing." Luo Chuan shook his head. "They say rainy nights are when people are most prone to melancholy. I suddenly felt a little sentimental just now."
"Sentimental about what?" Yao Ziyan was a little curious.
"I don't know. I just suddenly felt sentimental for no reason." Luo Chuan reached out and wiped away the mist on the car window, speaking softly. "It feels unreal. This world is like an illusory dream, and when the time comes for the dream to end, everything will vanish completely."
Yao Ziyan was speechless for a moment. "Luo Chuan, you've just been idle for too long."
After thinking for a moment, she took hold of Luo Chuan's hand again.
A soft, cool touch came from his palm. Luo Chuan turned to look at her. The city's hazy lights reflected in the girl's violet eyes, along with his own face. They were like a tranquil pool deep in a dense forest, so clear that they seemed able to reflect a person's very heart.
Seeing Luo Chuan look over, Yao Ziyan smiled softly and pinched his fingers while she was at it. "I'm real, aren't I?"
Luo Chuan fell silent for a moment. "Your hands are so cold. According to medical theory, this is a symptom of physical weakness."
Yao Ziyan: "..."
She could not quite keep up with Luo Chuan's train of thought. How had they suddenly started discussing medicine?
"This is due to your individual constitution. It needs regular