Yao Ziyan felt that Luo Chuan's claim that the world was a dream was far too idealistic a notion, and she did not quite agree with it.
But the void was vast and boundless; perhaps such a world truly did exist.
Returning to the original topic.
Civilizations were all full of themselves.
Every civilization that came into being believed itself to be a one-of-a-kind existence in the universe, destined to bloom with the most dazzling brilliance.
Little did they know that compared to the boundless universe, they were merely a single wave among countless others. With the tides, innumerable waves would shatter and vanish into the endless sea.
Trying to use what one believed to be common sense to judge certain things as unreasonable was, in itself, an unreasonable thing.
Like Frost's story.
Even if she truly was a child born jointly of Frost and Ice, so what?
It made perfect sense.
Perhaps from the perspective of humans and certain races, it was something strange and hard to accept.
But what could they represent?
In the context of the entire world, they were nothing more than an insignificant little handful.
Therefore, lilies are justice!
...Ahem, back to the point.
Luo Chuan had said all that simply to tell Yao Ziyan not to view things through fixed notions. The love between pretty girls was simply too beautiful.
Yeah, that was more or less it.
"This is purely your strange hobby, isn't it?" Yao Ziyan sighed. She no longer wanted to make snide remarks about this topic.
"Don't you like stories like that?" Luo Chuan countered.
Yao Ziyan turned her head aside, her voice barely audible. "It's not like I dislike them..."
Luo Chuan felt a sense of accomplishment.
How should he put it? It was like finding a novel he liked