Xu Qiuyan's appearance really left me a little dazed.
This should have been the second time she had appeared.
She had appeared before, but only as a Phantom, an illusion.
But now, she felt tangible. Still, the Xu Qiuyan before me felt unfamiliar. I couldn't explain that unfamiliarity. She was still the same person, still carrying that familiar warmth, yet somehow, she didn't seem like herself.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" I grabbed her and asked.
She looked at me and blinked, looking a little mischievous.
I hadn't seen that expression in a long time, not since the period right after we had reunited.
"You don't know?" she asked in return.
Isn't that obvious? Of course I don't know. If I knew, why would I need to ask her?
She pointed at the grave. "You're already dead. You're buried in there. I buried you here with my own hands, and I was the one who set up that tombstone for you."
"Really?" I was dead? And she had buried me herself? Wasn't this supposed to be my inner world? Weren't the things here supposed to be my memories?
Ying Gou fell silent as well. He seemed unable to make sense of the situation either.
"Could it be that the two of us have already..."
"That's right. We were already married. You got into trouble on the third day after our wedding." She looked very serious as she spoke, as though it were all true.
But no matter what, I couldn't believe her. It was too bizarre, completely devoid of logic. I even felt that I must have been trapped in an illusion.
"What about those three paper figures? What's their deal?"
"I don't know. There was nothing like that when I left. They only appeared afterward."
"Fine, then