"I want... to see the truth."
His tone was uncertain, but he had summoned up his courage.
It was like falling into a maze and cautiously exploring the pitch-black passage ahead.
Luo Qiu looked at him and remained silent for a moment... That gaze made Mo Mo feel as if he were facing the sea. Back in Lu Family Village, the sea he had watched—the rising and falling tides, the setting of the sun and rising of the moon—had felt just like this.
"Sure enough... it's impossible?" Mo Mo asked disappointedly.
Luo Qiu shook his head. "Mr. Mo Mo, do you think that what you see might not be real?"
Mo Mo's heart jolted. To ordinary people, nothing was more real than what they saw with their own eyes... Yet even what they saw with their own eyes could sometimes deceive them... and it was often impossible to distinguish the truth clearly.
Because you were always living within reality—or perhaps within something whose truth or falsehood you could not determine.
"There's no need to rush this decision." Luo Qiu looked at Mo Mo, a faint smile on his face. Its thinness was like mist clinging to a full moon. "How about listening to a story first?"
Mo Mo nodded. "Please, Senior."
"It's actually the plot of a rather interesting short film." Luo Qiu shifted into another sitting position, placing both hands on the table with his palms together. He leaned forward slightly and began the story. "Suddenly, one day, a scientist invented a miraculous cream. The story began at a press conference. At that moment, there was a scarred woman onstage. After applying the cream, she returned to her original appearance within just a few minutes."
Mo Mo froze for a moment, but he did not interrupt. Instead, he continued