Li Huowang rode his motorcycle slowly along the roadway, with Yang Na seated behind him.
Li Huowang deliberately freed one hand and gripped both of Yang Na's hands tightly, terrified that she might fall off.
Yang Na clung tightly to Li Huowang, her long hair streaming through the air in the breeze. "Huowang... where are we going?"
"Home."
"Home? Why are we going home? That's all fake, all projections. I'm the Unborn Mother now. I'm a Siming just like you, a god of a world."
Hearing that, Li Huowang's heart shuddered violently. At that moment, he finally felt the despair his mother had felt when she knelt outside the kindergarten gates.
"Na Na, you're sick. That's all fake, all... hallucinations."
"Then what about yours? Were all the things you said before hallucinations too?"
Li Huowang's head began to ache. It felt as though two enormous hands had seized his brain and were tearing at it wildly, trying to knead it into mush by force.
He clenched his fist and viciously struck his own head several times. In the end, he still nodded hard in agony.
"Yes. That's right. I was sick too, severely mentally ill. While I was sick, I saw all sorts of hallucinations."
"But look at me. I'm better now. There won't be any more hallucinations ever again."
"Really?" Yang Na rested her head against Li Huowang's back, profound confusion filling her eyes.
But gradually, she began to cry, her tears soaking through Li Huowang's back.
"Don't cry. Tell me if there's anything making you sad. Once you say it out loud, you'll feel much better."
"I'm sorry, it's all because of me. If I hadn't called the police, you wouldn't have lost one eye. It's all my fault."
"Huowang, you only have one eye left, and there's