Naturally, Yao Wan was not the only one undergoing an illusion, and naturally, she was not the only one who had crossed through it.
Before she knew it, the lights and the room had grown somewhat stuffy. A wind from nowhere surged through the house, and only after a long while did it finally settle.
No one could discover it, and no one could sense it. It was as if she herself were a shadow without cause. The instant she realized this, the slightly hot wind calmed with it.
"Creak—"
The door opened gently, yet it left her momentarily dazed despite herself.
The furnishings and decor were completely different from what she knew of life, seeming both familiar and strange, and they made her freeze involuntarily.
It still wasn't over?
The illusion born of malice still wasn't over?
Yao Wan could not help turning her head to look out the window at the brightly lit night sky, falling into a brief daze.
Everything happening before her was far too sudden for someone who had long since prepared herself.
Having already experienced once the enormous upheaval an illusion could inflict on her understanding, Yao Wan naturally understood that no matter what appeared before her, there was nothing worth being surprised about...
But even so, when she saw everything she had not seen in so long, it still caught her somewhat off guard.
"...Tch. It really knows where to hit."
An illusion in the traditional sense was probably exactly this sort of thing, cutting open the most vulnerable part of her.
She murmured inwardly, yet could not help thinking about what she ought to do next.
"—You finally came back for once. What are you doing standing there on the balcony like an idiot?"
A slightly hoarse voice, worn rough by smoke