At Wenren Sheng's home.
In a bedroom, Wenren Sheng lay on the bed, his face having turned into a drawing board.
"Teacher sleeps every day. He's been sleeping for over two months now. Is he okay?" Zhao Han worriedly asked Little Illusion, who was concentrating on drawing.
"He's fine. I know his condition best, so you don't need to worry." Little Illusion was working hard, trying to draw a Big Shark.
"That's good." Zhao Han finally left.
Before long, someone else came in.
Wu Shanshan entered, carrying a bowl of soup.
"He doesn't need to drink that." Little Illusion spoke without looking up.
"Oh." After saying that, Wu Shanshan set down the soup.
With a slight shift of her figure, three people appeared in alternation.
"Uh, you really are convenient like this. You only need to walk somewhere once no matter what you need to do." Little Illusion finally finished her drawing and looked up at them.
"Aren't you the same?" A finger pressed against her head as its owner laughed.
"But isn't it troublesome for you? Each person can only come out for a little while all day long?" Little Illusion asked again.
"It isn't troublesome, because this world has many layers," the finger's owner patiently explained.
"Oh, oh, I get it. I was wondering why I couldn't find Old Wei to play with me. Turns out she was playing by herself somewhere else." Little Illusion suddenly understood.
Wu Shanshan was the last to leave.
Little Illusion turned to look at her and shook her head in mock seriousness. "I really don't understand adults."
Then she diligently continued creating.
All of a sudden, Wenren Sheng opened his eyes.
"Ah!" Little Illusion was so startled that she dropped her brush.
"Could you tell me before opening your eyes next time?"